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TEASE SLUT

           Kara quietly opened the door and looked into the almost bare room. Her tight baby blue tank top hugged her full breasts and clearly showed off her hard nipples. The short shorts were just as tight and pink in color with a white stripe running along the hip line. Her blonde hair was pulled up in a loose bun on the top of her head and stray wisps of hair floated lazily around her face. The only items in the room were a dresser along one wall and a metal framed bed with a bare mattress on it. Her bare feet made no sound of the carpet as she stepped in.

           The girl on the mattress was naked and constantly trembling. Her brunette hair was damp with sweat as was her writhing body. Besides the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles, the girl wore a thick blindfold. Her arms and legs were pulled tautly out to the corners of the frame.

           Kara let her eyes roam over the girls glistening flesh. Her large heaving breasts wobbled slightly with every spasm her body made. Both of her nipples were pierced and adorned with matching stainless steel loops. Twin Japanese clover clamps were pinched to her erect tips, connected by a chain. A string ran from the chain to a pulley anchored to the ceiling above the bed. At the end of the string were four eight ounce weights, adding extra pressure to the bite of the clamps that had been tormenting the suffering girls’ nipples for the last four hours. The flesh around the breasts and thighs were mottled with red splotches, indicative of a recent flogging. Crimson streaks crisscrossed the girls’ skin from her collar bone to her knees.

           Her gaze traveled farther down and stopped at the girls’ shaven cleft. It was red and swollen, the swollen labia glistening with wetness. The distended bud of her clit poked from under the fleshy hood that usually concealed it and was visibly throbbing. The mattress between the girls’ spread, quivering thighs was completely soaked from the copious liquid that was seeping from the enflamed mound.          

           Stopping at the side of the bed, Kara pushed the hanging weights, causing them to swing in slow, lazy circles. As the girl moaned at the increased pull on her aching buds, Kara said, “And how is my little tease slut doing?”

           The girl whimpered pitifully and began thrusting her hips up and down, causing the old springs under the mattress to lightly squeak. “Desperate, Mistress,” she whined pitifully. “Please let me cum.”

           Kara had been constantly teasing and tormenting the girl for the past three months without letting her slip over the edge and climax. The constant teasing was tempered with frequent floggings and other forms of punishment. Through it all, Kara had immensely enjoyed making the girl suffer. She had learned the little tell-tale signs of impending orgasm and knew exactly whey to stop to keep her from exploding.

           Smiling at the spasming girl, Kara lightly ran a single fingernail over the sticky petals and barely touched the straining little bundle of nerves. Watching the girl helplessly arch up to attempt to get more contact on her needy sex made Kara laugh. “Of course not, my little tease slut,” Kara told her. “You may never orgasm again. I so much adore you being tortured like this.” Pausing for a moment, she looked over at the dresser. “I wonder what we can find in your toy chest to play with next?”

           The girl cried out in frustration. She had never in her life thought she could be so desperate, so willing to do anything just to experience the blessed relief of an orgasm. Her body felt like it was constantly vibrating from the tension she was feeling. Her entire existence revolved around her unquenchable need to climax.

           Padding over to the dresser, Kara opened the drawer and looked over the assortment of implements inside. While trying to decide what to use next, she said, “So, my little tease slut. How long has it been since you’ve had an orgasm?”

           Trying to force her brain to function, the writhing girl attempted to recall the length of time she had been teased and denied release. Due to the constant torment, the days and nights were a blur of constant frustration, a nightmare of unrequited need. Finally giving up, the girl said, “I don’t know, Mistress.” Her voice was strained and harsh.

           “Oh, come now,” Kara said. “Surely, you have some idea how long it’s been.” She finally made her decision and removed a pair of bondage mittens and two spreader bars then silently padded back to the bed. “Can’t you even guess?”

           The girl involuntarily tensed, then thrust her hips up off the saturated mattress. That caused the biting clamps to mercilessly tighten on her tormented nipples. Her ragged breathing caught in her chest and she whimpered pitifully. Panting harshly, she tried to calm herself. The endorphins raging in her mind made cognizant thought almost impossible. Her entire consciousness was totally focused on her spasming, dripping sex and her overwhelming need to climax. Feeling helpless tears seeping from under the blindfold, the wailed, “I don’t know, Mistress. I can’t think about anything but cumming.”

           Sighing happily, Kara smiled and said, “Today will make three months since your last orgasm. She paused for a moment, letting her fingers glide over the girls’ sweaty skin. “So I’ve decided to give you a chance to finally cum. How does that sound, my tease slut?

           Moaning loudly and pumping her hips, the girl said, “Thank you, Mistress. I need to cum so badly.”

           “You’re welcome, tease slut,” Kara said. She laid the mittens and bars on the bed then retrieved a small tube from the dresser. Opening it, she squeezed a dab on her finger then began lightly rubbing it on the straining, throbbing clit.

           As soon as the girl felt the finger on her button, she involuntarily pushed herself up in an effort to get more contact on her screaming bundle of nerves. But it was only a fleeting touch before the stimulation was removed. She slumped back onto the mattress and groaned miserably.

           Kara quickly put the mittens on the girls’ hands, the three foot spreader bar between her ankles and the two foot bar between her knees then unhooked the rope from the chain before untying the girl. As the weight on her aching nipples was eased, she clenched her teeth and hissed. “Roll over on your hands and knees, tease slut,” Kara said.

           Trying to force her sore, tense muscles to work, the girl awkwardly managed to comply with the order. Her entire body was tight as a coiled spring and ached from the long hours of restrictive bondage. The twin spreader bars made it impossible for her to close her legs and added to her misery. Her hips were unconsciously thrusting back and forth and there was no way to stop them.      

           Picking up two vibrators, Kara slipped one between the girls’ engorged petals and the other in her ass. She then placed a course pillow on the mattress and turned both vibrators to their highest settings. “Since it has been three months since your last orgasm, I’m giving you three minutes to make yourself cum by humping against the pillow directly under your dripping pussy, tease slut.”

           The girl began to sob with relief and attempted to awkwardly ease her suffering sex down to grind against the pillow. Due to the spreader bars keeping her legs splayed, it was almost impossible for her to maintain any kind of pressure on the fabric. Grunting and moaning with the effort, her hips began frantically jerking. The wildly moving toys in her sex and ass kept her right on the very brink of climaxing but would not push her over without direct stimulation to her clit and the pillow was not providing enough. Her movements became even more frenzied as she tried to push herself over the edge. Then something strange began to happen. All the feeling in her throbbing button was starting to fade. Whimpering pitifully, her hips took on a life of their own as she rode the pillow. With each passing second, the very release she do desperately sought slipped a little farther away. Sobs wracked her tense body as she tried desperately to make herself climax. Even the dancing clamps on her abuse nipples wasn’t enough to push her over the edge. Her muscles began to cramp from the gyrations but still she continued to furiously grind her gushing sex on the pillow.

           Kara watched with malicious glee, knowing the girl could not climax no matter what she did. Her own sex was dripping and twitching from the torment being inflicted to the girl. Glancing at her phone, she watching the seconds slip by until the three minutes were up and the alarm beeped. “That’s it. Time’s up. Stop right now,” she said. But the girl was lost in the throes of desperation and need and kept her hips moving. Grabbing a handful of hair, Kara pulled hard, wrenching the girl into an upright position. “I said stop,” she snarled, her voice low and tight.

           The girl struggled for control, fresh sobs causing her body to heave. Her hips were still frantically working towards an unobtainable orgasm. The clamps on her compressed nipples danced as her wobbling breasts shook liquidly. With no other recourse, she began mindlessly babbling and pleading, the words pouring out in an incoherent stream. She had never known this much frustration in her life and was starting to loose herself in the over powering need threatening to consume her.

           Still holding a handful of the girls’ hair, Kara said, “You might as well stop grinding. There’s no way you can cum now, tease slut. The cream I put on your clit was numbing cream. For the next several hours your little button with be dead.” She released the girls’ hair and paused for a moment, then said, “But when it wears off, all the feeling will return. Then everything I’m about to do will make your frustration even worse. Isn’t that nice?”

           As the words slowly sank into the girls’ denial addled mind, she began to wail wretchedly. Her body flailed around helplessly on the mattress as she sobbed. Her mittened hands went between her legs and began viciously rubbing her needy sex, her hips thrusting up and down. She could feel the twin vibrators still mindlessly churning in her clenching sex and ass but that was it. No amount of friction or contact was going to make her climax.

           Kara grabbed both of the girls’ hands and pulled them over her head, hooking them around the bars on the head board. She then did the same with her ankles, once again spread-eagling her. She watched as the girls hips frantically convulsed while she slipped off her shorts. Crawling on the bed and placing one leg on either side of the girls’ head, she lowered her humid folds against the thrashing girls’ face and said, “Make me cum, tease slut.”

           The girl’s mind was almost beyond rational thought. At first, she just lay on the mattress sobbing, ignoring the wet sex on her face. Then she felt the cruel clamps on her aching nipples tighten. She screamed into Kara’s pussy then began pleasuring the woman that had been tormenting her.

           Kara began grinding her tingling pussy against the girls’ mouth, her own body tensing as the urge to climax, never very far away, rapidly approached. Feeling her muscles tighten, she hunched over as her climax hit her. She felt the tremors of her orgasm cause her shake and jerk. She then sighed happily and unsteadily got off the bed. The girl had always managed to make her orgasms spectacular and now was no different.

           “Very good, tease slut,” Kara breathed.

           The girl was writhing helplessly on the bed, her body screaming with need. A pink fog of denial and frustration was starting to envelope her brain, carrying her to a place beyond sensation, beyond feeling. Her sex relentlessly contracted around the wildly moving vibrator inside it. Guttural sounds poured from her mouth as she struggled. Then both vibrators stopped. The sudden cessation of movement caused her to wail helplessly.

           Smiling happily, Kara said, “I love the way your pussy is so red and swollen. It’s almost begging to be touched.”

           The girl frantically nodded, her body quivering. In her present condition all she heard was that her needy, aching sex was going to be touched. All thoughts of the numbing cream were forgotten.

           Picking up the small slapper, Kara got onto the mattress and sat between the girls’ splayed, trembling legs. She slid her fingers into the sopping hole to retrieve the now silent vibrator, feeling the muscles vainly trying to gain purchase on both. More nectar spilled out as the girls’ body once again arched up. Kara waited until the girl had finally slumped back to the sodden mattress, then said, “I know you’re in no state to count, but I still want you to try. Do you understand?

           Panting harshly, the girl made an unintelligible noise and nodded. Her body was still trembling uncontrollably and occasionally, a tremor would make her jerk.        

           Kara once again smiled down at the girl and said, “Okay tease slut. Let’s start.” She slipped three fingers into the girls’ wet pussy and began thrusting. As she did, she brought the slapper down on the girls’ swollen, engorged clit.

           The girl pushed her sex against the digits and moaned. All she could feel was the fingers pistoning into her denied hole. The slapper barely registered thanks to the numbing cream. But there was enough contact to her enflamed labia to let her know what was happening. Then she made a sound that could have been a one or just a moan.

           As the strokes landed on the tormented flesh, Kara began violently fucking the girl with her fingers. She knew she could punish her for not actually counting each spank but at least the girl was acknowledging each one. After five, she pushed a forth finger inside the humid sex. After another five, her thumb slipped in. With her whole fist inside the girls’ clenching pussy, she began pumping while continuing with the slapper.          

           The girl was almost consumed with the sensation of the fist forcefully pummeling her aching hole. The slapper was only an after thought as all sensation to her clit was nonexistent. She had no idea how long she was tortured in that fashion, her mind laser focused on the fist and slapper. Her hips were thrusting up to meet both, her brain overloaded on being relentlessly tormented. When everything finally stopped, she continued to hump the air, her body almost beyond any semblance of control. After another unknown length of time, she slumped back to the sopping mattress and sobbed helplessly.

           Kara sat and watched as the girl slowly calmed down. The sex in front of her was even more red and swollen now, the lips spread and showing the interior. She absently wiped her hand on the mattress then said, “How do you feel, tease slut?

           The girl barely moved except to randomly jerk, her mind nearly gone.

           Reaching out the hand that had recently been ravaging the girls’ hole, Kara gave the still clamped breasts a vicious slap, delighting in the way the large mounds moved. “I said how do you feel, tease slut?”

           The stinging to her breasts caused the girl to grunt as her brain slowly focused on something other than her soul consuming need. “I need to cum, Mistress,” she wailed, her voice hoarse and tight. “Please, please, please let me cum.” Helpless sobs then overtook her.

           Watching with evil enjoyment, Kara said, “No tease slut. You are not allowed to cum.” That brought fresh sobs from the girl. “Maybe we’ll try this again in another three months.” Finally standing up, she said, “I’m going to take up upstairs and get you cleaned up. I’m having company over tonight to celebrate you three months of denial and you’re going to be the center of attraction.” Reaching down, Kara squeezed both clamps, opening them. The compressed flesh of the girls agonized nipples clung to the smooth ends of the clamps briefly then was pulled away. She screamed as the blood began to flow back into the tortured nubs. Smiling again, Kara said, “Don’t worry. All three of your holes will be well used tonight. But you still won’t cum, no matter what happens. You’re beautiful, sopping, denied pussy will be continually coated with the numbing cream. Tonight, you’ll be nothing more than three holes to be used and abused by my guests. Doesn’t that sound delightful, tease slut?

           The girl began to cry pitifully, knowing she was going to be repeatedly fucked in her pussy, ass and mouth and not get any release. The pressure would continue to build and build and build. She was going to be nothing more than a fuck toy for everyone’s amusement and there was nothing she could do about it.

Being in public makes her so creamy omg. Her friend is still teasing her in the backseat of the taxi. 😈 I love this. 😳❤ I want to use it everywhere 😂

She considered herself a sophisticated party girl. Every sorority girl partied in college right? As a top student, she didn’t participate in half of it. Sure, she cheated on her pretty high school boyfriend. She blew a few All-Americans at the after party. She even made out with a black guy in front of her sorority sisters and two other fraternities. But as far as she was concerned, she was still daddy’s little girl. She had a great GPA, graduated with honors, never took it in the ass, and nobody called her a slut. This interview was the beginning of the next chapter of her life, the chapter that she deserved. 

She had already gone through a preliminary interview with his assistant, and felt like this was rather routine. Despite her father’s letter of recommendation, she had a bit of nervousness when she stepped into his office. He was young, but with an old soul. His hands felt weathered, despite a smooth face and thick wavy black hair. He was surprisingly personable at first, and purposely made no mention of her father. He asked her a few routine questions as he examined her intensely. She felt quite cute, in what could best be described as a borderline slutty professional outfit that cost more than she could afford. Perhaps that look was better suited for a movie, but it didn’t matter, she felt invincible. Between her subconscious nerves and propped up confidence, she didn’t stop talking during the interview. He watched as her eagerness overcame the moment, and watched her more than listened. There certainly was some appeal in working on his team, he had a bright future, and so did those working with him. She was exactly what he was looking for, blindly desperate for an opportunity and cute to boot. He waited a few days before calling her and telling her she’d gotten the internship. 

The first week was mostly training, socializing with new co-workers, and busy work. By Friday afternoon she was elated to have completed the week, and couldn’t wait to have drinks with her girlfriends and talk all about it. Around 3PM, he came by her desk and invited her to casual dinner at his house, with him and his wife on Saturday. “What a time to not have a serious boyfriend!” she thought to herself, and graciously accepted his invitation. 

She pulled up to the house in the same Jetta her daddy got her for high school graduation. The beautiful home with a tremendous view made her fantasize that some day her successful husband and her would live like this. She brought what she thought was a nice bottle of wine, and couldn’t stop smiling as she walked up the steps to the front door. In her mind, she was special, clearly with so much potential that he wanted to introduce her to his wife. She tidied herself up before knocking, almost posing for her entrance when Mrs. L opened the door. She was absolutely stunning for her age, well put together and even better dressed. Her subtle glam and class magnified the young girl’s smile.

“Welcome! You must be Miss C” She proclaimed. “So glad you could make it!” They went to the kitchen were Mr. P was preparing dinner. It was a surprise to the young girl to see a man of his persona in the kitchen, it softened her a bit. He already had a glass of wine, but he gave both of them a heavy pour. “Honey, I’m going to give her the tour, okay?”

“Great idea, baby. I’ll be ready in about 20-30 minutes”

What a tour it was…The downstairs and the wine cellar took at least 20 minutes. Miss C was stunned. They snuck back to the kitchen to refill their glasses before heading upstairs. The young lady was in admiration of Mrs. L, her elegance, charm and success. She had natural sexiness to her, the way she held herself, the way she spoke and moved her body as she did so. Miss C wasn’t used to drinking nice wine, let alone a slippery high content Napa zinfandel. By the time they got to Mrs. L’s closet, she had a good buzz working. Mrs. L flipped the switch on her walk-in closet lights, and bam there it was in all its glory… Miss C couldn’t believe her eyes, she’d never seen this many Louboutins in her life. Bottega purses in an array of colors hung neatly next to the shoes. There was an island in the middle, with a soft felt top. The drawers were clear, and filled with panties and bras that covered more colors than the rainbow. She circled the closet, as Mrs L watched, touching the fabrics, and leathers. 

“What size are you?” Mrs L asked.

“Size what Mrs L?”

“Size shoe, and dress.” Mrs L replied

Miss C stuttered quietly before responding “7.5 and a 2 dress” She was a petite brunette, very much like a slender girl next door. 

“Try these on” Mrs L said, as she handed her a pair of beige Louboutin platform pumps, the red bottoms still gleaming. While it seemed overtly generous, she couldn’t help herself, she’d love to wear them even for a few minutes. She started taking her heels off when Mrs. L interjected “You must wear these with them, they’ll go perfect” and passed her a new, untouched pair of inner thigh high pantyhose. These were a far cry from the fishnets she wore to the CEO and Hoes party last summer. The soft lighting and elegance of the room (closet) took over, as she blissfully slipped them on in front of the mirror. This was the life to live, she thought to herself, standing proudly.

“Walk around a bit, let me see how you look in them” Mrs. L incited. She took a lap around the island, feeling sexier than ever. “You know that you need to complete the look?” Mrs. L asked. Miss C didn’t respond, as Mrs. L pulled a perfect shade of lipstick from her drawer. “Lipstick to match those bottoms. Here, allow me” It caught her by surprise, but before she could think, Mrs. L was gently applying a beautiful red to her bottom lip. “Perfect” she proclaimed. Mrs. L didn’t move, tilting her head and having a glance at the touched up Miss C.She kissed her so softly, Miss C nearly lost her breath. If it wasn’t for the island behind her, she might had fallen over. It was so soft and intimate, unlike any man or woman had kissed her before. It took her a few seconds before she kissed back, ever so slightly. Mrs. L body pressed against her, her curvy chest and waist swallowing the petite young lady. It seemed to last minutes, when in reality, it wasn’t more than thirty seconds. Finally Mrs. L pulled away and exclaimed “My gosh, we’re almost out of wine. Lets grab Mr P and get filled up!” She pranced downstairs, and the stunned Miss C followed. 

“Babyyyyy! We need more wine” Mrs. L gleefully proclaimed as she raced to the kitchen. Miss C wasn’t even halfway through her second glass, she was having trouble keeping pace with Mrs. L, but didn’t want to disappoint. “Alright ladies, everything is prepped. Let’s relax a bit, we have a bit of time before it’s ready.“ They went to a sitting room, and enjoyed a variety of cured meats, olives and cheeses as Mr. P, more or less, politely assessed her character. Perhaps it was the wine, but she was enamored with him, and loved him asking questions of her. The way he smiled at Mrs. L would be envious for any girl. She told them about school, her aspirations, her family and every detail of her first week at the firm. “I believe we’ve run out, let me grab another bottle” Mr. P interjected. “Thanks, baby” Mrs. L encouraged him.

The ladies got into girl talk as Mrs. L questioned the young girl about boyfriends, both serious and not serious. Youthfully, and slightly tipsy at this point, Miss C described her fantasy man as if she was living a fairy tale, having completely forgotten about their interaction earlier. She couldn’t help but have a fondness, and jealous attraction towards Mrs. L, she had everything. Mrs. L sat very close to her as she listened, almost like two young school girls gossiping. After awhile, Mrs. L stopped “Where is he? I better go check on him” and proceeded to head towards the wine cellar. 

Miss C munched on a few olives and finished her glass, putting her three and half glasses deep before she realized she left her phone in her purse by the door. Perhaps they were finishing up dinner preparations? She thought to herself. She walked towards the front door only to stop and admire herself in the long mirror in the hallway. She felt so hot in Mrs. L’s heels, these were a woman’s shoe. In the mirror’s reflection, she caught a glimpse of the wine cellar door. The door was wooden, plated with wood from wine barrels, but with a glass window, showing off the bottles. She squinted, as if not believing was she was seeing, there was Mrs. L… on her knees, throating Mr. P. He was looking down at her, saying something to her. She couldn’t hear it from this far away, but it was clearly encouragement of some kind since Mrs. L suddenly swallowed him with more vigor. He yanked her back by her hair, and let his cock sway in front of her face… Miss C’s pussy clinched as she watched. She nearly gasped when Mr. P rubbed his tip across Mrs. L’s lips, the same lips that had kissed her earlier. She stared at the two of them, until the wetness of her panties awoke her from her trance. She raced back to the couch, as fast as she could in those high pumps. 

It wasn’t long before she sat down and tried to look relaxed did they return. “Dinner time!” Mr. P proclaimed. What a feast it was, paired side by side with a Russian River and Napa Valley Cabernet. The young lady didn’t have a clue on wines, but she found her 4th and 5th glass to be tremendously tasty. The three of them drank and laughed, told stories they shouldn’t have, and lost themselves in the moment. Their eyes grew intimate as they enjoyed dessert. Mr. P eyed Mrs. L like his favorite treat, while Mrs. L whisked her lips at the young girl. Miss C could hardly lock eyes with either one, both scared her, in such a decadent way.

They eventually excused themselves to the living room. Mr. P had prepared a fire right before dinner, the room had a welcoming warmth. “Baby, can you make us some night caps please?” Mrs. L smirked coyly with her request. He made both the gals bourbons with one cube of ice. The girls nestled up near each other on one side of the couch while Mr. P sat in the armchair, and enjoyed the last glass of Cabernet with his feet up on the ottoman. Bourbon wasn’t something Miss C had ever had in anything but a shot glass, but as slutty buzzed as she was, it tasted delicious. 

“Do you like her heels, baby?” Mrs. L teasingly asked  her husband.

“I’m quite fond of them. You might remember the day and night that I bought them for you”  He replied with confidence. 

Mrs. L looked over at Miss C and smiled “Mr. P fucked me in the elevator at the Waldorf the night he gave these to me” she said proudly. 

Miss C’s panties juiced, as she muttered “Ohhh…that must have been delightful” nervously.

“The best part was, we were on the 45th floor, and the elevator car was mirrored on every wall" 

Mr. P smiled as his wife bragged. “I recognize that lipstick as well, honey”.

“You have a good eye sweetheart, the same lipstick I wore that night as well. In fact, Miss C kissed me with it on, earlier”

“I did not!” Miss C blurted out “You kissed me!”

“You most certainly did. Let’s have Mr. P be the judge.” Mrs. L got up and crawled on top of Mr. P, her Agent Provocateur panties showing as her dress rode up. She gave him a deep kiss, her hands grasping at his chest. Miss C’s panties soaked.

“Now, baby, did you kiss me? Or did I kiss you?" 

"I kissed you” he replied

“See, told you” Mrs. L shot back at Miss C “If you think you’re right, come over here and show him” Miss C stood up, in her tall pumps and joined the group, sitting on the arm of the chair, her legs tight together…Mrs. L pushed her head towards him, encouraging her to kiss him. His lips were so big and soft, her legs opened up almost immediately. 

“That’s a good girl” Mrs. L asserted.

As they made out, Mrs. L’s hands discovered Miss C’s wet hole aggressively. “Quite the little slut we have here. Already wet, aren’t you? “Miss C moaned into Mr. P’s mouth. Mrs. L grabbed the young lady by the hair, and forced her to kiss her. In moments both their hands were in each other’s panties. Mrs. L worked the young girl’s cunt like a pro, she was dripping and moaning like she was in heat. Miss C’s hands weren’t enough for the experienced Mrs. L, and he knew it. Mr. P unzipped himself, and presented his cock to his wife, who swallowed it hungrily. Before long, Miss C looked like she needed something to do while she watched Mrs. L suck him. She stood beside the chair, as Mr. P eye fucked her and shoved his large fingers inside her innocent cunt. She stood there moaning, as if unable to move. Her noises only made his wife more hungry. She gagged on it, his signal to throat fuck her. While not losing his gaze on the young girl, he thrust up into his wife’s mouth, again and again and again. She couldn’t help herself, watching him fuck both of their holes, one with his cock, one with his fingers, she embarrassingly came on him. She tried to hold it back, it was almost a ruined orgasm. 

"What an adorable little slut you are” Mr. P commented. “Go please my wife’s needy cunt” He ordered. 

Filled with guilt, she buried her face in Mrs. L’s pussy. She licked as hard as she could, she had never done this before. She made a mess of things down there, and Mrs. L loved it. She wrapped her legs around the young girls head, and came all over her face while Mr. P made her gargle him. It was clear what was coming next… Mr. P stood up, and undressed himself. He had such a handsome cock. It was a beautiful pole, slightly two tone in color, with a perfect sized pulsing tip. Mrs. L laid Miss C back in the chair, and spread her legs, caressing her breasts as Mr. P saddled up to mount the young girl. 

He entered her slowly…“Oh my, look how tight she is for you, baby” Mrs. L commented. Miss C clinched her eyes as he forced himself in, moaning as he bottomed out. “You like that fat cock in you, don’t you?” Mrs. L propositioned the young girl

“Yes I do…” she replied reluctantly. Mr. P was eager, he started fucking her like he was breaking in a young whore. She squirmed and moaned, while Mrs. L touched her body. Her mature hands went down to the young lady’s clit, and she massaged it with such skill. As Miss C’s body reacted, so did Mr. P, he was going to pound it out of her. Thrust by thrust, the two of them worked the beautiful young brunette, as she tried her hardest to hold it back. 

“Cum on his fat fucking cock, squirt all over him, be a good girl for him” She exploded, and he shoved his fingers down her pretty little mouth as she came. Mrs. L’s clit harassment didn’t stop, they abused her holes until she was a weeping mess. Quickly, Mrs. L dragged her to the floor, and they both knelt beneath him. His creamy load squirted all over their faces endlessly. Like feeding baby birds, his sticky hot mess entered their mouths, covered their lips, splashed against their cheeks. He groaned like a beast, and then shoved his young interns mouth over his sensitive cock. The two women kissed, and licked each others faces clean. 

…so here is ours. It’s the story of our first FFM threesome, hope you enjoy! We love your blog, great to see you back.

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Ania was the first woman that we ever met through a swingers’ website. She was also the first woman that Grace and I fucked together. It seems pretty simple now; all we did was put up a message that we were available for a meet and a couple of hours later she contacted us. We traded pictures – Ania certainly wasn’t shy - and before we knew it we were texting each other to arrange to meet for a drink in a bar the following day.

To describe her, Ania was blonde and tan, about 5'5" and very busty which was a fantasy of my girlfriend Grace. In my eyes, she would contrast very nicely with Grace’s own lithe 5'7" body, with her pale skin and curly red hair. Ania told us that she had an Eastern European accent, which was something she thought we might have an issue with. In fact, it made her sound all the more exciting; we couldn’t wait to meet her and fuck her.

The next day was a little nerve wracking to say the least. Preparing for a meet with someone that you have never met, with the express intention to have a very filthy threesome, is quite something. We readied the flat for a visitor, dressed up very smart, and headed into town to meet her.

We had a couple of drinks before Ania arrived which did nothing to quell our nervousness. When she did arrive though, our anxiety faded and we relaxed together. It was a Saturday night and the bar was full so our conversation was very straight-laced, but underneath it all there was a current of sexual tension. When Ania popped to the ladies room, I asked Grace if she wanted to take her home and she replied with a definite yes. When Ania returned, I asked her if she wanted to come back to our place, and she replied with a definite yes too.

It was raining very heavily and Ania had brought her car, so she drove us to our street. We ran inside the flat together, all laughing in what must have been a combination of nervousness and lustful anticipation. I poured some prosecco, and Grace sat on the sofa while Ania sat in the armchair facing her. I joined Grace on the sofa and we sipped our drinks and continued to get to know each other.

Ania excused herself to use the bathroom. While she was gone, Grace and I looked at each other. Were we really doing this? We had no idea how to get started and we really wanted to get started. So when Ania returned, I invited her to come and sit between us. She happily agreed, and as she sat down I took her drink from her hand. Together Grace and I started to kiss and fondle her. It was like we’d done this before.

Ania moaned in pleasure, and her accented voice was thick with lust when she told us that she loved what we were doing to her. Her head rolled back and as our hands roamed over her body, we both somehow instinctively freed her gorgeous breasts, and eagerly sucked her nipples, which were full and hard. “She’s got great tits, hasn’t she?” said Grace, as I looked up at her to murmur my agreement, seeing her eyes shining. She looked so beautiful, and so filthy; I knew that we were going to experience a new frontier in our sexual explorations together and that it would be mind-blowingly hot.

Soon we were in a tangle on the sofa, which was not roomy. I stood and told them both to stand up too. “We’re going to go to the bedroom now, you filthy sluts.” Grace loves to be told what to do by me, and I got the impression that Ania did too, as she simply smiled in obvious agreement as she took Grace’s hand to be led into another room.

I was behind them, and as soon as we got into the room, pushed them both to their knees. Grace loves to be forced to the floor and loves to be told to take my cock out…but Ania was our guest, so Ania received the orders. As her fingers carefully unthreaded my belt and unzipped the fly of my suit trousers, Grace continued to kiss and caress her. I watched her tongue trace the outline of Ania’s stiff nipple and bite softly into it, as Ania freed my thick cock. It felt so stiff that I could only think of shoving it straight into her wet mouth, so I grabbed the back of her hair and pulled back slowly and firmly, so that she was in no doubt as to what I wanted.

Someone had trained Ania well; as her face tilted towards me, her mouth opened and her tongue slid out as she tried to touch the tip of my cock, which I held teasingly out of her reach.

‘God, you’re a dirty bitch,“ said Grace, and I had to agree. I began to run the head of my cock along the tip of her tongue, before slapping it softly against her tongue and lips. The head of my cock was slick with saliva and pre-cum, and I took great delight in spreading it over her face while Grace watched. “Please fuck my mouth!” Ania whispered urgently in her husky voice, and it was all I could do not to push her mouth hard onto my cock.

But that was a treat that I was saving for Grace. “Grab her hair,” I said, “and make her suck me.” Grace didn’t need any further instruction. She held Ania’s hair with one hand and her throat gripped gently with the other as she forced Ania’s mouth further onto my cock.

“You are a filthy fucking slut,” she whispered hotly into Ania’s ear as she sucked and licked. “Look at you, taking my boyfriend’s cock in your mouth while I watch you. You love it don’t you, you dirty bitch. You’re a filthy fucking whore.”

At every loaded word, Ania made muffled groans that signified nothing but lustful and eager approval, and her eyes were shining with pleasure. She already knew that we loved to use language that had no place anywhere except the bedroom. Of course, discussing it over a few messages is one thing; having those deliciously degrading words moaned into your ear by a beautiful woman while she watches her boyfriend fuck your mouth was quite another.

Ania’s attentions were delicious, but I withdrew a little and started to offer my cock more to Grace. She eagerly lapped at the swollen head. Ania was now licking and nuzzling at the shaft as it passed back and forth in front of her face. Clutching a handful of curly red hair I guided Grace’s mouth closer to Ania’s so that their tongues began to meet. Soon they were kissing and licking each other, licking cock and licking face, tasting the heady mixture of saliva and pre-cum.

It was an incredible sight. I loved how much of a dirty bitch Grace was, and that she was mine to share. “You’re a slut too,” I reminded her. “You’re my slut. Get your head down on the floor, and take off my shoes while Ania sucks my cock. And don’t look up at us.” Grace loves to be humiliated in the bedroom, but this was the first time she had ever been treated this way in front of another woman, and she was shuddering with a combination of lust and shame as she bent down to press her face against the carpet. As I watched her blindly trying to unlace my shoes, my head swam, and my cock throbbed so hard I gasped. Ania responded by sucking my cock deep into her throat.

As much as I was enjoying the sensation, I needed to remind Ania who was in charge. I pulled my cock free then instructed her to open her mouth and stick out her tongue. She complied immediately and as Grace managed to remove my shoes, I slapped my cock against Ania’s wet tongue. It felt amazing. With each slow slap Ania grunted with desire, and soon I felt that it was time for her to get off her knees. “Now get on the bed,” I told her. “I want you on your hands and knees with your legs spread wide open so I can see your gorgeous cunt.”

As she crawled up onto the bed, I removed the rest of my clothes and handed them to Grace. “Fold these nicely, and then get on your hands and knees on the floor. Keep your head down and your arms out straight. You don’t get to look until I tell you.”

Grace obediently followed my instructions, and I stood there slowly running my hand up and down my cock as I took in the unbelievable scene. My beautiful girlfriend was prostrated on the floor, looking completely subservient as she waited for further orders. On the bed was Ania, a woman who until two hours ago had been a complete stranger to us. Now she lay on our bed just a few feet away from Grace, with her arse in the air and legs spread wide apart. I wanted to make myself cum then and spray my hot seed across both of them; I wanted to release this passion everywhere. I felt that if I made myself cum, I just wouldn’t stop; it was so fucking hot. This was what we had wanted to do together, what we had imagined so many times, and now we were really doing it. It was already beyond the sexual boundaries that most people ever experience and we had only just begun.

I leaned in towards Ania, and brushed her hair away from her ear. “I want to spank you now.” As I said these words, I heard Grace groan in frustration and desire as she heard me tentatively question how far Ania would let me go into the darker edges of play. “Yes, but not too hard please,” was the reply. I got up and stood at the side of her magnificent arse, before bringing my hand down slowly but very firmly, and there was a satisfying smack that I felt through my fingers.

“Mmmmm. More,” was Ania’s muffled response. I brought my hand down again, but faster and harder this time. The sharp sound seemed to mix with the sting in my palm, and the heat I felt from Ania’s rosy cheek. “Oh GOD yes,” she moaned into the bedclothes, and I heard Grace gasp in a way that told me her head was lifted.

I glanced back towards her and saw that her head was raised. She looked so incredibly aroused; her mouth was gaping open and her eyes were wild with lust as her tongue flicked across her red lips. Watching me spank another slut on our bed was one of her fantasies, so rather than chastise her for her disobedience I simply smiled at her as I continued to make solid thwacks on Ania’s fleshy behind.

Ania continued to moan as I varied the timing of each contact, so that she never really knew when the sting would come, flinching when she thought my hand was coming down, and pushing her arse into the air to in her eagerness to receive more pain when I held back.

As I spanked Ania, I couldn’t help but notice how wet and swollen her hot cunt had become. It was begging for attention, and I was happy to oblige. As I smoothed her glowing cheeks with one hand, I started to explore her wet slit with the other. My fingers traced the folds that were puckering outwards with wanting, and I let my fingertip play across her clit as I slid my thumb up inside her. Ania started to buck determinedly backwards, and she moaned and grunted thickly as she pushed harder and harder against my exploring hand. She was fucking my thumb, and I was fucking her cunt with my hand, and I wanted Grace to see.

“Come and watch,” was all I needed to tell her. Grace came and settled on her knees with her arms around my leg and face pressed against my thigh, gripping me tightly as she watched me explore a new slut’s cunt, so close to her face that she could no doubt feel the heat from the hot flesh. My cock bobbed in front of her face as I worked Ania, but Grace was so transfixed that I don’t think she even noticed. Slowly pulling my thumb out I pushed it into Grace’s mouth, and she obediently licked the sticky juices clean. I loved how obediently slutty she was, as without question she ran her tongue over and around my hand.

“Spread your legs wider,” I commanded Ania, and as she pushed her cunt closer to the bed I surprised her by getting down on my knees and pushing my tongue deep into her crack. I heard Grace groan with fascinated pleasure as I started to work my tongue in and out, and I slid the bridge of my nose up and down Ania’s cunt as she ground herself against me, over and over and over until my face was slick with her delicious juices.

I turned to Grace and she knew exactly what to do, running her tongue around my face and into my mouth. We were kissing each other then, lost in love and lost in the moment as we enjoyed being each other’s whore.

Grace pulled away and looked me straight in the eyes. “I want you to fuck her now,” she said, and my head swam with lust.

“Yes, please fuck me. I want your cock inside me.” The exotic voice of Ania inviting me to take her was so horny, and I felt as if my cock would drag me to her of its own accord. I stood up slowly, taking the opportunity to take a lingering lick of her spread cunt as I rose. It was so hot and wet.

I reached for the condoms we had strategically placed earlier in the day, and rolled one onto my cock. As Grace watched me, her face seemed even more flushed, and a glow was spread across her neck and pert tits, her small nipples hard points that seemed to be showing me what direction to take. Though I was about to fuck Ania, it was as much for Grace’s pleasure as for mine, and my cock twitched in anticipation of giving her the show she desired.

I stood behind Ania, and gripped her magnificent haunch with my hands, before sliding them underneath her thighs and spreading her legs roughly further apart. She moaned with delight at this, and then shuddered as I smoothed her cunt with the flat of my hand.

“God it’s too much, please fuck me! Fuck me! I want your cock in my pussy!” Ania was wild with anticipation now, and my breathing became jagged with lust as I readied myself to give her what she wanted.

I started to tease her with the head of my cock, running it along the underside of her cunt, but Ania was not to be teased. Expertly judging the correct angle, she thrust backwards onto me as my cock pointed into her, and my fleshy shaft slid home. “God, you’re an eager bitch,” I laughed, and grabbed a handful of her hair. She moaned in agreement as I started to drive into her, and gasped when I pulled her harder on to me.

Fucking her was amazing. For a moment I was lost in the hot fuck, feeling nothing but my own desire as I pounded into her. Then I turned to Grace, and told her to come closer. Her face was wild with lust, and she as got onto the bed, she immediately positioned herself so that her face rested on Ania’s arse. She alternated between licking and nipping the flesh that was still rosy from spanking, and from time to time she kissed my stomach as it slapped against Ania’s behind.

This was what a threesome was all about. We truly shared each other then, all three of us delighting in the pleasure that we could give each other. I fucked Ania and she fucked me, while Grace kissed, licked and bit us both. Sometimes she was behind me, fondling my cock and balls as they slid in and out of this delicious whore, sometimes cradling and kissing Ania’s face as she told her exactly what she thought of a woman who would let herself be used in such a filthy way.

Ania loved this, and told her over and over again, as she met the rhythm of my thrusts. “UNF…I’m a dirty bitch…UNF…I’m a filthy slut…Oh God I love being fucked. I love it! UNNN…I love you watching me…AAH…I’m taking your boyfriend’s cock, you slut! Look at me!”

This was driving me wild, and I dug my fingers into Ania’s behind as I started to fuck harder and faster. Suddenly she made a deep animal sound, and she spasmed and shook as an orgasm ripped through her, welling up and out from the dark place of shame and desire. Grace was moaning too, and shoved her tongue into Ania’s open mouth, as if their faces were fucking.

It’s hazy remembering exactly how things progressed then, as we seemed to be in a tangle of bodies for some time. I knew that I wasn’t ready to come, so I withdrew from Ania and let Grace clean my cock and balls with her mouth and tongue to be ready for the next round of fucking, while our guest lay slumped on the bed, purring softly to herself.

I remembered then that we had purchased a special toy for an occasion just like this one, when we would bring another woman into our home to share our filthy passions. I left them both on the bed and opened a drawer that we had designated as being the hiding place for what was a steadily growing collection of sexual implements, designed to tease out a variety of perverse pleasures.

I saw: a purple flogger, alternately finished in leather and satin for spankings in varied levels of pain; a small whipping tool that gave a very sharp smack, and was a little too intense for casual encounters; a table tennis bat that had seen regular kinky action upon Grace’s perfect behind, and starred in one of my favourite pictures of her; an anal vibrator that was made up of a ridge of orbs in steadily increasing sizes; a vibrating wand that seemed to be able to coax orgasms from both of us in surprisingly quick time; a collar and lead that we hoped to share with a guest lover at some point, as Grace was keen to play pet, and for her be lead on hands and knees by a woman who would both dominate her and fuck me.

Finally, I found what I had in mind to introduce at that point: a very intimidating double-ended dildo. Thirteen inches of silicone that was called ‘Double Trouble’ according the box, and looked very much as if it would live up to its lewd name.

Fashioned in purple, it was outrageously sexual. As I picked it up it flexed in my hand, as if it had a life of its own and was eager to bury itself into two willing cunts. Well, there was no doubt that willingness abounded tonight.

Grace laughed when she saw it, a filthy laugh that was full of anticipation. She knew exactly what to do, and it was time for her to let her own dominant side assert itself. She took the dildo from me, and spread herself wide in front of Ania so that her cunt was on full display to our new lover. Taking the dildo in both hands she started to slide the thick head and shaft into herself, and Ania sighed in delight at this slutty exhibition. Grace gasped as she worked herself over with this wonderful toy, and it glistened with her juices as she coated it with desire.

“That’s right, you dirty bitch, take a good look. Watch me fuck myself.” Ania was happy to obey these instructions, and so was I as they could have equally been meant for me. The sight of Grace fucking herself slowly but surely with this filthy, bendy tool was one I had enjoyed before, but the addition of Ania recovering from a thorough fucking by watching hard toy exploring soft cunt had me rock hard.

“Now open your legs, you sexy slut. I’m going to shove this in your cunt.” I loved to see Grace in charge and Ania was proving herself to be willingly submissive. She flushed with desire as she spread herself for my beautiful girlfriend. “Wider. Show it to me. Run your fingers in your pussy, and open it up for me.” All the time she was talking, Grace was fucking herself back and forth with the dildo and her eyes were blazing with lust.

Ania opened her legs more, and lay back as she started to finger herself for her new mistress. Her mouth was open, and I took the opportunity to lean across her so that my cock could gently touch her lips. “Oh God yes,” she murmured, and her tongue started to explore the head of my cock, lapping gently at the head and flicking into the sensitive slit.

Suddenly she grunted and gasped, and my cock went unattended as she reacted to the feeling of the dildo that Grace had pushed fully into her. She had shunted herself up to Ania, and was now fucking her, driving that filthy object home with her hips and hands as she continued to fuck herself at the same time.

This was simply mind blowing. A staple of lesbian porn, it’s something that I had seen performed many times on a computer screen, of course. To experience the scene in the flesh was something almost beyond imagination. The air I was breathing seemed suffused with the scent of hot cunt as these two outrageous, beautiful whores fucked each other back and forth, slamming in to each other in a way that seemed destined to push them both over the edge. My hand was on my cock, and I worked it solidly in time with their fucking; it was all I could do to hold myself back from coming across their naked bodies. I wanted to coat them both with my hot cum.

They were both slick with sweat, and shunted hard as they fucked back and forth, their legs tangled together as they wrestled against each other. Ania seemed to be taking the brunt of it, and she was almost shouting her lust as the fucking went on and on. This was too much for Grace, and she suddenly pulled the dildo free from herself, gripping it firmly with both hands. She started to pound Ania with it, a wild look on her face as her small hands drove the toy in and out of her new lover’s cunt.

Legs apart, pumping the dildo into Ania, she looked incredible. Her eyes were glazed with lust, and her tongue ran back and forth across her lips. Ania was shouting now. “Oh God yes, fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy, you fucking bitch! FUCK ME!”

Grace was moaning too, as if each thrust in to Ania and the cry of pleasure it produced was echoing in her own cunt. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried, as she pushed Ania closer towards oblivion.

I was cradling Ania’s head in my lap and she clutched at my cock as the fucking continued. “That’s it Grace,” I encouraged, “Fuck her. Fuck her like a dirty whore!” Suddenly she gripped me hard, and her body started to thrash as what must have been a huge orgasm washed through her.

“Oh my god. OH MY GOD! I AM FUCKING COMING!” She kept shuddering, and Grace kept plunging, and I took the opportunity to shove my cock into Ania’s mouth, which was greeted by eager sucking. As she came down from her orgasmic high I rubbed the head of my cock against her lips and cheeks and she smiled up at me with a look of pure bliss. I looked at Grace, and she was smiling too, her whole body glowing with pleasure and exertion. She came over to join me, and we cuddled and kissed Ania together, soothing her gently as she came back to reality.

We chatted then for a while, with nothing seeming more natural than the three of us naked together, lying on the bed and enjoying the warmth of each other’s bodies. Ania told us about meets that she had had, and clubs that she had been to, and my cock became impossibly stiff as she detailed the filthy scenarios that she had enjoyed. She was so much more experienced than us, and we counted ourselves lucky that we had found such a lovely woman to share our first threesome with.

I wanted to show her again what sluts we both were, perhaps feeling challenged by her tales of wild abandon. I manoeuvred Grace onto her back so that she was looking up at the ceiling. I then pulled her along the bed so that her head hung off the edge of the mattress, tilted back, and her eyes were blazing with a combination of lustful fear and anticipation, as she knew what would come next.

There is nothing that Grace loves better than sucking my cock, and in recent months we had experimented with forcing the head deep into her throat so that she started to choke on the shaft before withdrawal. We would practice again tonight, but this time there would be an audience.

“Come here, Ania,” I instructed, “I want you on your knees. We have something to show you.” Ania got onto the floor and instinctively knelt so that she was facing Grace’s head. I noticed that she was shaking slightly and I wondered if it was as a result of her exertions with the dildo, or in anticipation of what she thought might come.

I stood over Grace with my legs apart, and gripped her throat lightly but firmly with one hand. “Now open your mouth, and stick your tongue out.” Grace obeyed immediately. With my other hand I started to guide my cock around her lips and tongue, enjoying the feeling of my hard shaft against her soft mouth. Ania was breathing heavily, and I could feel her hot breath against my cock. Instinctively she was kneeling forward, and she started to lick at Grace’s face.

“Not yet,” I commanded her. “I’ll tell you when you can lick. For now you can watch, but keep your tongue out until I tell you.” At this she let out an inarticulate moan, and her tongue remained exposed, her hot mouth begging to be filled.

I then took my cock, and started to feed it gently to Grace. First I explored her mouth, and rubbed the head to the side so that it bulged in her cheeks, before emerging from her wet mouth with a satisfying pop. Then I started to slowly push it further down into her throat, and immediately I felt her start to gag. I drew back, and she took a gasp of air, before my cock sank in again, and she started to splutter at the feel of it. I knew that this was all part of it for her, and kept pushing forward and back, and I felt her relax onto the head, even as her eyes began to water at the sensation. Grace loves being choked too, and I alternated my thrusts with firm squeezes, and soon her neck was mottled with pressure marks.

Ania was groaning as this filthy display went on and on and soon her head began tipping forward to take sly licks of Grace’s wet and salty cheeks. I smiled at this, then let go of Grace’s neck and scooped a handful of Ania’s hair, pulling her towards me. At the same time I pulled my cock free of Grace’s mouth, and it dragged a long string of saliva from her that glistened as it started to drip onto her upturned face.

“Clean me off, slut.” Ania needed no more invitation, and lapped hungrily at the head and shaft of my cock, working her tongue along, around and over as she cleaned up the delicious mess. “That’s it. You’re a good slut, aren’t you?” She nodded her head enthusiastically, and her luxurious sucking and licking told me that she knew her place. “Good. Now clean Grace for me.”

At this Ania cradled my girlfriend’s head in her hands, and her tits swayed as she kissed and licked Grace’s beautiful face, tending to her lovingly in return for her filthy display. I stroked my cock slowly at this incredible sight and got onto the bed myself. I lay back, and asked a question that I already knew the answer to. “Grace, do you want to ride my cock now?”

“Oh god yes!” Grace loves nothing better than sitting astride me and grinding herself down on my cock; it is her favourite way to come. But as soon as I suggested it, I realised that as entertaining as watching us fuck each other would no doubt be for our slutty guest, it should perhaps be saved for a later course. There was something else that we could try together first.

“Hmm. Ania, get on to the bed, and take Grace’s place.” She eagerly hopped on, and I pulled a bemused Grace up and onto her hands and knees, so she was facing away from us. “Now Grace, straddle Ania so that she can lick your cunt, and you can do the same to her.”

An inkling of what was to come no doubt forming in her mind, Grace quickly squatted over Ania’s face. Immediately Ania craned her head upwards and started lapping at Grace’s hot cunt. Grace mewed with pleasure at this new attention, and dipped her own head straight down to return the favour.

I took time to enjoy this amazing sight, two beautiful women exploring each other’s cunts with their tongues, both twitching and shuddering as they licked, nibbled and suckled each other. Grace started to push and grind herself back and forth against Ania’s face, which was wet and shiny with my girlfriend’s juices. I had of course experienced Ania’s agile tongue for myself, and as I watched it flicking in and out Grace’s puckered slit I could imagine how delicious she must be making her feel. The inarticulate moans coming from where her head was buried between Ania’s legs told all.

God, this was so hot. My cock was aching at this vision of dirty, sweaty sex and I knew it was time for me to play my part. I took my place at the foot of the bed and gripped Grace’s buttocks firmly, and she started to buck and shudder in anticipation. As I widened her hips and began to push the head of my cock against her cunt, Ania went wild. She started to flick her tongue even faster against Grace, and I felt the tip touch my cock. It was electrifying.

I shoved my length inside her then, and started to work deep into her cunt with a slow and steady pace. Grace was so wet, my cock was slick with her juices and Ania’s saliva, and little drips fell onto Ania’s face as I drove back and forth.

The noises coming from Grace’s head between Ania’s thighs were so loud, her cries of pleasure unable to be drowned out by the legs that were keeping her clamped between them. Ania knew what was to come so I pulled free and sank my cock into her waiting mouth. She shuddered and I slid slowly back and forth so she could taste my girlfriend’s hot cunt right into the back of her throat.

She was groaning with pleasure at this intrusion, and Grace tilted her head back for a second, pausing only to say, “I love you, you filthy slut! Fuck her mouth for me!” before getting back to her own work on Ania’s cunt.

I began to alternate then, taking turns to fuck Grace’s cunt and Ania’s mouth. It was careful work, but needless to say, I was having the time of my life, and the attention to detail required to make a successful thrust each time was a turn on in itself.

Ania was loving this too, and apart from occasional exhortations to “fuck Grace’s pussy” she just kept moaning solidly in her husky voice. “Oh. Oh. Oh.” Sometimes clear, and sometimes muffled by my cock in her mouth, she seemed to be getting steadily wilder with her invocations. Then she started to shake, and suddenly my cock was being vibrated with pleasure as she screamed the deep, dark orgasm on to it that Grace’s expert licking had slowly teased out of her.

I withdrew from her mouth and knelt beside her. Grace scooted around to watch me cradling Ania’s head in my hands as I whispered softly but firmly in her ear. “You are such a whore, aren’t you? You love coming with a cock in your mouth, don’t you? You love strangers making you come, don’t you? Now tell me what you are.”

“Yes, I’m a whore. I love to fuck, I love to suck cock, I love to lick pussy. I’m a slut. I’m a dirty bitch. I’m a filthy fucking slut.” The words came tumbling out of her, and I knew that she was thrilling herself with shame and abandon, her husky accent adding delicious intonation and spice to the dirty words. My cock was so erect then, hearing Ania humiliate herself in front of us, exciting us both and loving doing so. It felt harder than it had ever been.

I knew that soon I would have to come myself. There was an aching throb that seemed to possess my cock, and I wanted Grace on top of me. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up towards the pillows at the head of the bed. She grunted with a mixture of pleasure and pain as I roughly pulled her down to my side, lying back and positioning her mouth by my cock.

“Lick me now,” I instructed, and I continued to hold Grace by her hair as she began to run her hot tongue along the underside of my cock as I guided her position. I had trained her well, and I have never known a woman who had such an insatiable hunger for being roughly made to worship my cock. It stood proud and erect in front of her face, and her curly hair bobbed with each movement. Soon she was swallowing it whole again, the sensations driving me wild as she pleasured me back and forth with her mouth and throat.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” I asked her, and she made a sound of agreement that was unmistakeable. However, she knew better than that, and I wanted Ania to see that Grace knew how to behave. I pulled her firmly towards me, and she gave a brief “Ow!” at the sudden pain of tugged hair as she was pulled free of my cock.

“I said, do you want to fuck me now?” I asked firmly again, and Grace flushed red with shame and desire as she said in a low voice, “Yes please, master.” We both loved to play the rough game of master and sex slave together. It was something that we had not mentioned to Ania explicitly, and she had certainly got a fair measure of how we are during the night’s adventures, but in the heat of that moment I wanted to show her more of our darker edges, and I wanted Grace to show her how submissive she truly was. She is my sex toy, and I wanted Ania to see for herself that Grace had been trained to know her place in the bedroom.

“Good. Then come here and ride me.” Without hesitation she obeyed, lifting her leg across me and lowering herself gently down on to the head of my cock. She was so beautiful then. The familiar look of pure ecstatic lust and pleasure as she suddenly sank down the length of my shaft seemed that night to be something else entirely, and I couldn’t believe that this incredible, flame-haired woman was mine.

She placed her hands flat against my chest and began to lever herself up and down, moans and gasps escaping her mouth with each rise and descent. She alternated between these strong motions and grinding herself down hard against the head of my cock. She moaned her pleasure with each push and I gripped her buttocks with both hands, trying to pull her even further on to me with each stroke downwards.

She looked so stunning, and her face contorted with pure pleasure as Ania cuddled up behind her, pressing her tits into Grace’s back as she started to lick and nip at her ear. “God, you are a filthy bitch,” she softly whispered to her. Grace shuddered as a huge smile broke across her face; She was in heaven.

It is an almost indescribable experience, to share someone that you love so much, and to see her receiving the attentions of another lover as you fuck them slowly but surely into orgasmic oblivion. Grace rode me steadily back and forth, and I told Ania to squeeze her nipples. She cupped both of Grace’s pert breasts in her hands, and began to pinch them firmly between thumbs and forefingers.

This was becoming too much for Grace. She loves her nipples being squeezed, and her moans became long, animalistic cries, and I couldn’t help myself from slamming upwards into her. It was time for me to take charge of our rhythm, and I spread her cheeks open as I fucked upwards into her hot cunt.

She was near to orgasm, and I started to call her the names that she loved to hear so much as she rode me into the bed. “You’re such a dirty bitch. You’re a filthy fucking whore, aren’t you? You’re a fucking slut. You love grinding my cock with your cunt, don’t you?”

This was too much for her. “Yes!” she began to shout, “Yes! I am a filthy fucking whore! I’m your filthy fucking whore! God I’m going to come, YES, I AM A FILTHY FUCKING WHORE!”

A mighty orgasm flashed through Grace then, and the bedroom echoed with her wild cries. She is so loud when she comes, and from our very first sexual encounter I have encouraged her to be unashamed of vocalising her pleasure. Ania was amazed at the power of Grace’s ecstasy, and her eyes were aflame, mouth open wide as she held on to Grace’s shaking body while the orgasm continued to rip through her.

I held on to Grace’s arms and pulled her down towards me as the spasms began to ebb and clutching her hair, dragged her head down next to my mouth. “You’re so fucking hot,” I growled into her ear, and I continued to fuck her hard. “I love you, you filthy slut.” Grace mumbled inarticulately into my face, and her hot breath felt wonderful on my cheek as I pounded my cock into her hot cunt. ‘I am going to come soon,’ I whispered to her. 'Where do you want it?’

Grace was still twitching with the aftershocks of a powerful orgasm, and she was collapsed on top of me like a slutty rag, but no answer was forthcoming. “Where do you want it?” I repeated more loudly, and this time she opened her eyes, and looked into mine. “On my face, please master,” she whispered.

I already knew what her choice would be, as I had coated that beautiful face so many wonderful times before, but her answer never failed to excite me and I drove my cock home with renewed vigour. She moaned again, and said, “Oh God, it’s too much, no, it’s too sensitive, I can’t take it! I want you to come on my face now!”

Well, I could deny her nothing. I slid my cock slowly out of her, and whispered in her ear, “Lick it clean first.” Grace raised herself up, then rested her head on my stomach and began to lap her sticky juices from the head of my cock.

Ania had been watching Grace’s display in amazement. I think she had been shocked into silence by the force of the orgasm she had just witnessed, but she must have seen this as an invitation to re-join the party.

She bent over me from the other side, and went to work greedily on my shaft while Grace’s tongue tended to the head, sending delicious sensations through the slit as she pushed the tip of her tongue into it.

This was wonderful, but I wanted to come, and this would be by my own hand. “Open your mouth Grace,” I instructed her. “I want your mouth by my cock. Keep it open, and keep your tongue out.”

Grace hungrily obeyed, as she knew that I would not be able to hold on for long. Ania moved across the bed and sat above Grace, bending down to kiss and lick her face. I started to work my cock with fast, hard strokes, and it couldn’t have been more than a few moments before I felt what was sure to be a massive orgasm start to build.

I clutched Grace’s hair and pushed her closer to my cock so that the head bounced against her soft tongue as I worked it back and forth. Ania moved behind and beside her, and in my pre-orgasmic haze I saw that she was positioning herself in the hope of getting some too.

Suddenly a blinding flash of pleasure tore through me, and I felt what seemed like gallons of hot cum jet from my cock. Grace and Ania lapped at me frenziedly as I covered their expectant faces. It felt like there was cum everywhere, and in dazed amazement I became aware of a hot splash that had landed on my own cheek. Though surprised, I registered this only faintly, as I was all but stunned by the force with which the orgasm had hit me.

I lay there then, contented in a way that seems impossible to relay, as two beautiful sluts snuggled up against me, and licked my cum from each other’s faces. “Mmmm, that was amazing,” murmured Grace, and I tried to answer, but the words failed to materialise.

I was motionless and enjoying the sensation of being totally spent; even my tongue seemed beyond movement. It felt as though I was observing the scene from elsewhere. As Grace and Ania nuzzled each other lovingly, I lay in a haze of contentment, and wondered how we had ever truly lived before without experiencing such wild, free, decadent sex.

This is from a post on my premium blog of a recent exploit. Many more posts like this await you in that wonderland of my making!

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Sometimes, when I meet up with my IRL daddies, I commit to the role of lolita—I dress up in Japanesque lolita fashion. On this occasion, a few days ago, I wore a little number inspired by my Western ideas of loli subculture, especially the 1997 film by Adrian Lyne. It’s a baby blue gingham two piece bathing suit. The top ties closed at my sternum. The bottoms, cheekies, are frilled with lace and feature a built-in garter belt, which I attached to long white stockings. I wore 4-inch heels and overtop it all a light overcoat, punctuated by red, heart-shaped sunglasses. I was fuckin’ picturesque!

I drove to this Daddy’s house in the nearby suburbs, parking my car on the street in front of his two-story brick McMansion. When he opened the door, I pushed past him into his foyer, turned, and dropped the coat. Sure, I’m accustomed to insta-boners, but this was comical—I thought his zipper would burst!

He snapped some photos with my 35mm camera before we got down to business, currently available on Patreon. 😉

I walked slowly into his living room, scanning the photos scattered about of his family, his children. His daughter, 5 years my junior, is just budding into puberty. I gazed at her portrait, an 8"x10" framed on the mantle, as I bent over the leather sofa. I waggled my ass, absentmindedly staring at the photo, and was surprised when a hard slap resounded upon my asscheek.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he said as he beheld my slender form. “Those heels, Jax, they make your—”

“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” I demanded, craning my head and sliding my shades down. “We’re in a time crunch, right? They’re due back at 3:00?”

“Y-yeah, okay,” he spluttered, fumbling with his trousers.

I reached down and pulled my bottoms aside, tugging my pussy open by one lip. “You may enter, Daddy.”

His jeans dropped to the floor around his ankles. With his left hand, he gripped me at the hip. With his right, he directed his erect cock towards my wet and ready cunt. Timidly he prodded me with his head once, twice, and a third time.

“Presto!” I shouted as I popped backward and impaled myself on his throbbing erection. I clenched my teeth, feeling the length of his shaft ram into my pussy.

“Guhh,” he muttered, surprised and excited.

With his cock buried inside me, I leaned forward again to rest my hips on the leather sofa’s back. I propped myself up on the sofa, both hands on the seat cushions, and looked forward again, returning to the photo of his daughter.

Rhythmically he drove his middle-aged beaver-cleaver into me, a quiet slap every time his body pounded against my ass. I removed my sunglasses and let loose my hair.

“Pull it,” I said.

“What?” he questioned, confused by my demand.

“My hair,” I said, gathering my hair into a loose ponytail. “Fucking pull my hair, Daddy.”

He grasped my ponytail, wrapping it once around his hand, and tugged my head back. My eyes were still locked on her photo. Her budding breasts just showed through her tight t-shirt, and her smiling face was dappled with freckles. The brown ringlets of her curly hair framed her face, and her eyes seemed to betray a knowing, a secret.

“Fuck yes, Daddy. Fuck my little loli cunt. Harder, Daddy. Please, please fuck me harder.” I struggled against the pull of my hair to turn my head and look at him. Written all over his face was the evidence: my dirty talk had pushed him into the zone. He released my hair and leaned forward, grasping the sofa with both hands.

“You want it harder, my little babygirl?” he grunted as he began to slam into me. My heels slipped on the wood floor, and I lost my footing. I lifted and bent my open legs, my stockings rubbing against his hairy legs.

“Ohh,” he said, edging closer to the danger zone. “Ohhhh.”

“Yes, Daddy, yes! Fuckin’ cum inside your dirty babygirl.”

“Ohhhh Jax…fuck, I’m gonna…”

“Cum in me, you dirty old man.” My command echoed throughout his empty suburban home.

With a sudden, jerking movement, he stopped. He grunted as his dick pulsed inside me, pumping ounces of his hot, sticky jizz into my tight pussy. That was quick, I thought. I could tell he was holding his breath. I turned to see his face, sickly and truly terrified.

“What is it, Daddy?” I asked. “I wanted you to shoot your load inside me toda–”

“Shhhh!” He held a finger to his lips.

The sound of the garage door rumbled from behind us. I could suddenly perceive the idling of an engine in the driveway. Daddy slid his cock out and jerked his pants back up.

“You have to go! This way!” He grabbed my coat and dragged me to the back door. “Go around the side and wait a few minutes, then sneak to the street and drive away as quietly as you can, okay?”

I grabbed his crotch. “But I want more, Daddy.” I kissed his grimacing face, licked his closed mouth. “I want to suck your cock,” I said, “please, Daddy.”

He pushed my hand away and wrapped the coat around my shoulders. Sliding the glass door open, he shoved me onto the patio. “Just go, please, Jax, just go. I’ll text you.”

“Fine. My shades, please,” I said, slipping my arms into the coatsleeves.

“Fuck!” He dashed into the living room, searching frantically.

“On the sofa!” I barked.

“Quiet! Fuck!” He grabbed my sunglasses and scuttled back to the door, placing them in my hand. “I can’t believe they’re home so early.”

I patted his cheek. “You’ll be fine, Daddy. Tell them you don’t know whose car it was, if they ask. Next time we meet at the motel.”

He slid the door shut and nodded, mouthing “I’ll text you. Go!” He shooed me away.

I skulked around the house, tying my coat’s fabric belt loosely around my waist. His cum dribbled down and began pooling in my shorts. I reached a hand in and with two fingers scooped some out of my sticky, wet pussy. I held it on my fingers as I walked around the side of the house, stepping carefully in my high heels. Nearing a window, I peered in to see wife and daughter place large paper bags on the bartop. The son bounded up the stairs, just past my window. Licking my fingers lightly, I tasted my Daddy’s semen, gazing at his pubescent daughter as she hugged him.