I woke up from a very erotic dream to find Professor H stroking my pussy. The ghost of the dream still lingered in my mind, making me feel hot all over. I spread my legs wider and Professor H settled between them.
“Did you have a bad dream?” His voice was low. “Do you need my cock to make you feel better?”
I shook my head. “It was a good dream, but I do need your cock.”
He chuckled. “I’m happy to help out.”
I gasped as he entered me, stretching me deliciously. I would never get tired of the feeling of his thick cock sliding into me.
He moved slowly, his body covering mine. Mrs H was asleep next to us, her arm thrown over her eyes. I loved how Professor H fucked me while his wife slept next to us.
“What was your dream about, baby?” Professor H whispered. “You can tell me.”
I hesitated, but then decided to tell him. The dream had been so hot – and it was something I wanted to explore, so this was a perfect opportunity to find out whether Professor H was willing to explore this with me.
“I dreamed that I was a student and I was sent to the head teacher’s office. He was angry with me for something I’d done wrong.”
Just talking about it made me hot again. I arched my back to try and take Professor H deeper inside me. His slow strokes were perfect for this moment, satisfying my need to be filled, but not pushing me close to the edge yet. I wanted to tell my story first.
Professor H’s voice was hoarse with lust. “What did the head teacher do?”
“He told me to lift up my skirt. I wasn’t wearing any underwear and he made me bend over his table. My ass was exposed.”
My pussy tightened as I told the story. I felt again the deep ache I had felt in the dream, the anticipation of something amazing about to happen.
“He told me I’d been a bad girl and needed to be punished.” My heart raced. “He started spanking me. It hurt, but I loved it. It made me really wet.”
Professor H chuckled. “I know. You woke me up with your moans, so I knew I had to take care of you. What else happened in the dream?”
My breath came out in gasps. Despite taking it slow, I felt close to an orgasm already. My pussy clamped around Professor H’s cock, drawing him deeper inside me.
“Oh fuck… After spanking me, the head teacher fucked me. Hard. He slammed me against the desk and held the back of my head so I couldn’t move. And then…” I was barely able to continue. My head swam with arousal and need.
“And then what?” Professor H’s voice was low. “Tell me, Zoe.”
“And then he grabbed me and took me over to the other end of the room. He tied me up and fucked me relentlessly. When he was done, he kept me tied up and let all his colleagues come and fuck me whenever they wanted. I was powerless to do anything.”
Professor H’s groan told me he found the story hot as well. I couldn’t see him in the dark, but his rock hard cock was enough evidence of his arousal. I’d expected him to fuck me harder following my confession, but he kept his strokes slow and deliberate. It drove me wild. I wanted to reach between us and rub my clit, but I kept my hands where they were. I was close to coming anyway.
“Would you like to be punished, Zoe?”
“Oooohh yeah…” I breathed. “Please make me come.”
He stilled inside me. “Answer the question, baby. Would you like me to tie you up and spank you?”
“Yes, oh god yes.”
“Good girl.”
He kissed my neck and resumed fucking me in the same maddeningly slow manner. His weight was heavy on me. Not crushingly so, but heavy enough that I couldn’t adjust the angle of our fucking. I imagined this was what being tied up felt like. All I could do was lie there and let him fuck me. It was so hot, I loved every minute of it.
Professor H seemed to grow even harder and I could tell from his breathing that he was getting close to coming. As much as what he was doing felt heavenly, I hadn’t come yet and I suddenly worried he’d have an orgasm before me. I needed more friction either on my clit or my G-spot, but I couldn’t get either. Worrying about not coming took me completely out of the mood and I felt more and more frustrated, which didn’t help either. Professor H groaned and then I could feel his cum filling me up.
When he rolled off me, I felt deflated and still very aroused. My pussy throbbed and I thought I’d have to get my toys to get myself off, but as Professor H lay down next to me, he slid his fingers inside my sopping pussy. His thumb strummed my clit. A shudder rang through me as he pushed all the right buttons for me. Without speaking, he worked my pussy relentlessly until the convulsions started deep inside me and I groaned with the impact of my orgasm.
Stroking me softly, he held me as I slowly came down from my orgasm, then kissed me before pushing his fingers between my lips. I sucked greedily, savouring the taste of our combined juices.
Smiling indulgently, he pulled his fingers out of my mouth. “Such a greedy slut. Now go to sleep again.”
I tried, but I couldn’t. Although my body was satisfied for now, my thoughts churned. I had told Professor H about my dream, but he hadn’t suggested we’d do anything about my desire to be tied up and spanked. He’d only confirmed that that was what I actually wanted. Did that mean he’d surprise me one day? I didn’t really like the thought of that. I found it much nicer to be able to anticipate what he’d be planning.
As I turned on my other side with a sigh, I saw that Mrs H was awake too. She smiled sleepily and slid her hand between my legs. “Did Jack fuck you again?”
I nodded. “I had a dream.”
“Feeling better now?”
“Yes.”
She slid a slender finger inside me, letting it just rest there. “He’s filled you up nicely. You’re such a good girl for taking his cum so well.”
I flushed. I loved it when she called me a good girl. “I love doing it.”
Pressing another finger inside me, she twisted them around. “I know you do, darling. You’re a delight. Are my fingers okay or do you want something more substantial?”
“You mean…”
“I can get out the glass dildo again.”
I considered her offer. I loved being fucked with the glass dildo, but I was also getting sleepy. It was nice to hover between wakefulness and sleep with her fingering me.
“I like it like this.”
She smiled. “Me too. My fingers feel so good inside you.”
I moaned my response and closed my eyes as I let her finger me to another orgasm.
***
Mrs H went to meet some friends and Professor H had retreated to his study to do some work, or so he said. I was lying in the shade trying to read a book, but my concentration was shot. I couldn’t stop thinking about what I had told Professor H and how aroused he’d become. I desperately wanted him to put my confession into action, but he hadn’t mentioned anything. I thought about Mrs H telling me it was okay for me to initiate sex whenever I wanted to. Maybe this was a time when I should take the initiative. I could go to the study and tempt the professor into punishing me. Especially if I looked like a school girl, the way I’d had when he’d first fucked me.
The more I thought about it, the more excited I became. Unable to sit still any longer, I went upstairs and looked for the outfit Mrs H had made me wear when she’d helped me seduce Professor H. The weather was a touch too warm for clothes, but it would help my confidence – and the roleplaying. As I braided my hair, I tried to figure out the best time to seek out Professor H. I didn’t want to disturb him while he worked, but I didn’t want to wait ages for him to be done either. I was hot and impatient. But I didn’t want him to be truly mad at me, just pretend.
As I checked myself out in the mirror, I heard the door to the study open. Professor H came out and went downstairs. I waited a little longer, hoping he’d go back up, as what I had in mind would work best if Professor H was in his study. Sure enough, a few minutes later his footsteps came up the stairs again and he disappeared into the study. That was my cue.
I crept downstairs and made my way to his study. The door was ajar and I peeked in. Professor H was staring out the window, clearly bored with whatever he was doing. Smiling, I hiked my skirt up a notch and pushed the door open wider.
Professor H looked up as I came in, a frown on his face. “Is everything okay, Zoe?”
My heart pounded. What if he wasn’t in the mood for this? But in this get-up I was already committed, so there was no going back. Twirling the end of my braid, I dipped my head. “Sorry, Professor, I shouldn’t have disturbed you. That was naughty of me.”
He opened his mouth to reply, then narrowed his eyes, taking in my outfit. “You’re right, you shouldn’t have disturbed me. What were you thinking?”
I shuffled my feet and clasped my hands behind my back, pushing my breasts forward. “I don’t know, I’m sorry. I…I think you may need to punish me.”
My face felt like it was on fire. Praying that he’d be up for this as well, I bit my lip as I looked up at him. His eyes were unreadable. Stroking his jaw, he kept looking at me until I felt I’d dissolve on the spot. Willing my feet to stand still, I waited for his response.
When he spoke, his voice trembled a little. “You’re right, Zoe, you’re a very naughty girl. And you know what happens to naughty students, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“It gives me no pleasure to punish you, but I can’t have you interrupting me.”
My breath hitched. “Yes, sir.”
“Come here, Zoe.”
Now that I knew he was willing to play along, I was suddenly frightened. What if he hurt me too much? What if I only liked this in theory but hated it once we started going? Taking a deep breath, I moved towards him.
When I stood in front of him, he got up. “That skirt is much too short for a decent student.” He cupped my ass and squeezed. “And no underwear? That’s wholly against the regulations.”
I looked at the floor, trembling with excitement. “Yes, sir.”
“Bend over the desk, Zoe. I will need to teach you a lesson.”
I moved towards the desk, but as I passed him, he stopped me. In one fluid motion he ripped open my shirt. My breasts spilled out, the nipples already hard peaks.
“No bra either? You’re a bit of a rebel, aren’t you?”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
He reached out and tweaked my nipples. “You shouldn’t walk around like this, flaunting your body to everyone. You never know who might take advantage of a naive student like you. Not everyone can resist perky young breasts like yours.”
“Yes, sir.” It was more like a moan than a sentence. My pussy was dripping with need. Who knew the professor would be so good at this roleplaying?
“Bend over.”
I did as he asked, my nipples brushing the table top. I resisted rubbing them on the wood. My body was on fire, my raging hormones making me ready to endure whatever punishment the professor wanted to dole out.
He stood behind me and lifted my skirt. Sliding his hand over my ass, he dipped two fingers between my thighs. I groaned as he slid them through my wet folds.
“Just as I thought, you’re a needy whore.” His voice was low. “This is not the behaviour we expect from students at our school. I’ll make you change your behaviour before I’m done with you.”
Oh fuck, why was this so hot? I tried to stand still, but couldn’t help wriggling my ass. Without warning, a blow landed on my left ass cheek. Professor H had used the full flat of his hand to spank me. I yelped and shot up, but he roughly pushed me back onto the table.
“Stay still as I punish you. For every time you get up, you’ll get ten more spanks. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
Another blow landed on my right ass cheek. I yelped again, but forced myself to stay still. The edge of the table dug into my thighs.
“Good girl, you didn’t move.”
Two more slaps landed on my ass. My skin felt hot and sore, but in a wonderful, delicious way. It surprised me how wet this was making me. Not just the roleplaying, but also the spanking.
Professor H ran the flat of his hand over my ass, soothing the burning skin. In the following movement, he slapped my ass again, as hard as before. I couldn’t help but groan. I placed my hands flat on the desk, trying to ground myself so as not to move. I couldn’t imagine having to endure another ten spanks like this.
“Are you going to be a better girl now?” Another slap.
“Yes, Professor,” I moaned.
Suddenly he pushed my legs apart and shoved two fingers inside me. “You’re lying. You’re sopping wet, you slut. Does this get you off?”
“Yes, sir.”
“I guess I’ll just have to give you what you want, don’t I? Don’t move.”
The sound of him unzipping his pants threatened to undo me. My legs shook as he grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the tender skin of my ass. Without ceremony, his cock breached my entrance and he forced himself inside.
“Professor!” I gasped.
He shoved me back onto the table. “Slutty students like you should be taken care of. Maybe once you’ve been fucked hard enough you’ll mend your slutty ways.”
His voice was gruff, and the tension in my belly ratcheted up a notch. I liked this version of him. I loved the way he held me in place and the way he fucked me as if he had a score to settle. With every thrust, he pushed me harder against the table, making me groan with lust, pain and pleasure. I loved how hard he thrust against my cervix, how he didn’t seem to care whether I came or not. He ignored my clit and my G-spot and just used me for his pleasure.
My first orgasm hit me quick and hard, making me gasp with the force of it. Professor H ignored my whimpers and kept fucking me. Everything felt intense: the way his body slapped against the sore skin of my ass; the way the edge of the table dug into my thighs; the way my nipples pressed against the hard wooden desk; the way his cock speared me, almost splitting me in half. I moaned and cried and gasped, but there was no respite from the onslaught of his lust. I came, and came again, almost blacking out from the overwhelming sensations. Only his hand on the back of my neck and the table beneath me kept me from sliding to the floor.
And then, finally, he pulled out of me and shot his load all over my back. When he’d emptied himself, he wiped his cock on the inside of my thigh and hauled me to my feet. I teetered on shaky legs as he pulled me to one of the arm chairs in the room. Without speaking, he shoved me down and kicked my feet apart so my pussy was full on display. He didn’t seem to care that his cum rubbed onto the back of the chair.
I was grateful to be seated, but my relief didn’t last long. Professor H pulled a length of rope from his desk and started tying me up. This was what I’d fantasised about for so long, but now that he was actually helping me live out my fantasy, I was suddenly very nervous. I knew I’d only have to say the word and he’d untie me, but I didn’t want to. I wanted to endure whatever he had planned for me.
When he’d secured my arms and legs, he checked to make sure that there was still enough blood flow. Then he left me and sat back at his desk.
I was in full view of him, which excited me. He put me on display so he could enjoy the sight of me tied up and willing. My pussy was sore from his rough treatment, but I was still wet. My juices seeped out of me, staining the chair. He ignored me, though, and continued working.
After a while, I was getting bored. I was still horny, but it seemed like he had forgotten about me. I was just starting to wonder if I should say something when the doorbell rang.
Without giving me so much as a glance, he got up and went downstairs.
Just when I’d had about enough of being tied to the chair, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. Two pairs of footsteps. My heart beat a silly staccato when I heard them coming towards the study. Then the door opened and Professor H came in, followed by a man I recognised from the first dinner party. He stopped in his tracks when he saw me, his face slack with surprise. I kept my face impassive, but my pussy twitched with excitement. This was more like it!
Professor H sat down at his desk and after a moment’s hesitation, the man took place opposite the desk.
“So this is the outline of the summer program,” Professor H said, handing the man a sheet of paper.
I could tell the man tried hard to pay attention, but with a naked young woman within arm’s reach, he was having trouble concentrating. I hid a smirk as I shifted my hips as much as the restraints allowed.
Professor H droned on and the man eventually made some comments as well. It all sounded boring, but I knew Professor H wouldn’t have brought someone upstairs if he didn’t have a wicked plan with them.
Sure enough, after about ten minutes of talking, Professor H got up. The man followed suit.
“Would you care for a drink, Stefan?” Professor H asked.
Stefan glanced in my direction. Professor H followed his gaze and smirked. “I see you’re eyeing our slut. Would you like to try her? She’s real nice and tight.”
A sound between a gasp and a moan escaped me. I was so depraved for loving this kind of talk!
Stefan licked his lips. “I’d love to give her a go, if you don’t mind.”
The professor waved in my direction. “Be my guest. Join me downstairs when you’re done. Enjoy.”
Stefan stood in front of me, looking down on me with a greedy expression on his face. He stroked his groin as his eyes traveled down my body to my exposed pussy. Without saying anything, he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He was already hard, and I was relieved to see he wasn’t huge. I was still sore from Professor H’s treatment, so I’d been worried about him being too big.
Stefan leaned over me and pushed my legs further apart. He rubbed his cock over my pussy, coating it in my juices. Then he positioned himself at my hot entrance and slowly pushed himself inside.
I groaned as he filled me up, his cock hitting all the right spots. Keeping his hands on my thighs, he started fucking me. He didn’t look at me, but kept his gaze on my pussy, watching his cock disappear inside me. Like the professor, he didn’t seem to care about my pleasure at all, but just used me for his. That made me so hot, I thought I’d burst into flames. My pussy clamped around his cock, but I didn’t come. Not yet, at least.
He seemed to enjoy taking his time. Every time I was close to coming, he held off, slowed down or made sure his cock didn’t touch my G-spot. I wasn’t even sure how he knew I was close, but without fail he held off as soon as I could feel the tiniest of contractions deep inside me.
I was getting frustrated and desperate for an orgasm, but the restraints made it impossible for me to move and try to get more friction. Meanwhile, his cock hardened and swelled the longer he fucked me until he finally pulled out of me with a groan and spilled his cum all over my belly. Then he straightened up and fixed his clothes.
My body felt on fire but there was nothing I could do to relieve the intense ache between my legs. I was damned if I was going to beg for an orgasm, though. I could hold out.
Or so I thought. As he turned to leave, my nerve failed me and I called after him. “What about me?”
He sneered at me. “What about you? Jack said you were just a hole for me to use, he never said anything about your pleasure.”
He was right, and that was how I’d liked it. But that had been when I thought I’d be allowed to have an orgasm. I didn’t need him to try and give me an orgasm, but he’d deliberately denied me one.
I didn’t say anything, though. I wasn’t sure whether his sneer had been part of his act or whether he really thought that little of me. Tears pricked my eyes, but I blinked them away.
Stefan turned back to me and knelt in front of the chair. “You thought I’d care if you had an orgasm?”
He shoved two fingers inside me and ground his palm against my clit. I nearly wept with relief as he started working my pussy with his fingers.
“You’re just a pathetic slut, and that’s all Jack needs you for. He’s always horny and Grace couldn’t keep up with him. Looks like you’re the perfect girl, though. So needy and pathetic. Even though Jack has just fucked you, you’re gagging for another orgasm. Greedy whore.”
His fingers were rough inside me, but oh so very welcome. His words hit me to my core, making me shiver with lust. He kept fucking me with his fingers, not letting up the pressure on my clit until he pushed me over the edge. I cried out as pleasure engulfed me, making me shudder and spasm against the ropes. The relief was immense and tears streamed down my face. I couldn’t stop shaking and it was lucky I was tied up or I’d have slipped off the chair.
Stefan’s voice became gentle. “There you go. Good girl. Come on my hand. Ground your hot little pussy on my fingers. Doesn’t that feel better?”
“Oh fuck, yes,” I whimpered. “So good.”
He pulled his fingers out of my sopping pussy and pushed them in my mouth. I sucked them clean, which earned me a groan from him.
He leaned over and kissed my forehead. “I’ll come back to fuck you another time. You’re a delight.”
With that, he turned around and left the room.
I felt lightheaded and out of breath. I’d never been denied an orgasm like this and although it had been harsh and cruel, when I had finally been made to come, it had been incredibly intense. I felt drained and wished Professor H would come and untie me. Shivering I tried to get more comfortable, but the ropes held me in place.
The door opened and Mrs H came in. She stopped short when she saw me.
“Zoe!”
I didn’t waste time on niceties. “Can you untie me?”
With a few steps she was with me. “Of course, baby. Did Jack have a little play with you?”
I nodded. “And Stefan.”
Her face darkened. “Jack left you alone with Stefan?” Her hands worked the knots quickly and she rubbed my arms and legs as they became free. I sighed with relief.
She gently gathered me in her arms. “Are you okay?”
I smiled. “I’m fine.”
I wasn’t sure I was, though. Although I was feeling better now that I could move again, I still felt drained and emotionally shaky.
Mrs H drew back and studied my face.”Are you sure you’re all right? Stefan likes to play head games. I wouldn’t have left him with you and I can’t believe Jack did that.”
My lip wobbled annoyingly. I didn’t want Mrs H to think I couldn’t handle a bit of playing, but the truth was, having had my orgasm denied like that had impacted me more than I wanted to admit.
She kissed me gently. “What did he do to you?”
I roughly wiped away a tear. “Nothing. He just…”
“Just what, sweetie? You can tell me, I won’t judge you.”
“He fucked me, but made sure I wouldn’t come. Every time I was close, he changed things up so I couldn’t get an orgasm.”
She briefly closed her eyes and sighed. “Yes, that’s what I was afraid of. Stefan loves playing with orgasm denial. Which can be amazing, but only if you know that it’s going to happen and you’re with someone you trust. Jack should have been here for this, and helped your afterwards. Why don’t you have a lie down? I’ll go talk to Jack and will be up in a minute.”
I nodded and got up. Somehow I felt like a failure, even though Mrs H seemed to be more mad at the professor than at me.
My legs felt like jelly as I climbed the stairs to my loft room. Despite the warmth of the day, I felt chilly. When I got to my room, I wrapped myself in a blanket and lay down on the bed. From downstairs came the sound of raised voices, but I couldn’t hear what was being said. I hoped Mrs H wasn’t too mad at the professor, I’d have hated to be the cause of them fighting.
After a while, footsteps came up the stairs and then Mrs H was in my room. She sat down on the bed and stroked my hair.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
I rolled onto my back. “Better. You and the professor didn’t fight, did you?”
She gave me a half-smile. “No, I just told him to take better care of you. He feels bad, but I told him we need some girly time.”
She lay down next to me and put her arms around me. “Why didn’t you tell me you were into BDSM? I would have loved to introduce you to it.”
I shrugged. “I wasn’t sure how to bring it up.”
“Well, now that I know, I’m more than happy to explore this with you.”
I kissed her cheek. “I’d love that. But not today.”
“Of course, baby, today we can take it easy. Shall I make you feel all better?”
I pouted. “Yes, please. Stefan only gave me one orgasm.”
“Poor baby.” She cupped my mound. “I know just the thing to make you feel better. Come, sit up.”
I shrugged off the blanket and sat up. Mrs H lifted one of my legs and put one of her over my other leg. Our pussies were now almost touching. Excited, I realised what she wanted to do and shifted my hips so my pussy lips brushed hers. She felt soft and warm. Leaning back, she started grinding her pussy against mine. Our juices mingled as we slid against each other.
It took a few tries before we got the right angle, but then our clits brushed against each other. Grabbing my hips, Mrs H started grinding against me. I gasped as waves of pleasure washed over me. Our pussies made wet squelching sounds as they mashed together. The pressure was not as hard as I usually liked, but the sexiness of the situation more than made up for it. It was incredible to fuck her like this.
Mrs H started moaning, her eyes half closed, he head falling back. She looked so gorgeous like that, completely absorbed in what she was doing. I loved watching her as she got closer and closer to her climax. Mine was still a ways off, but I didn’t care. I was having too much fun watching Mrs H.
Her face and neck were flushed and she moaned as she dug her fingers deeper into my hips.
“Oh Zoe, you’re so amazing,” she panted. “I love your cunt so much.”
“I love yours too,” I said.
“Oh god, I’m gonna come.” She shuddered and fell back on the bed, pulling me on top of her. Grabbing the back of my head she kissed me deeply. I could feel her pussy flutter against my leg. On impulse, I slipped a finger inside her. I loved feeling her pussy pulse and contract against my finger. She groaned as I sought out her G-spot and started stroking it. We kissed deeply as I fingered her to another orgasm. My pussy was throbbing when her aftershocks abated. Her eyelids fluttered open and she smiled at me.
“You still didn’t get an orgasm.”
I laughed. “That’s what you’re worried about right now?”
She struggled to sit up. “Yes, because that was the purpose of me coming here.”
“I had fun watching you coming.”
She gave me a playful shove. “That’s lovely, baby, but I want to reduce you to a sopping mess. So lie down and let me have my way with you.”
That sounded great. Grinning, I lay back and spread my legs. Mrs H briefly left the room and when she came back, she had the wand vibrator in her one hand and a thick dildo in her other. My eyes widened. If she wanted to ruin me, those two toys would be a sure way to go about it.
She slid the dildo through my slit, coating it in my juices before working it inside me. It was a very tight fit and my pussy stretched almost painfully. It was certainly wider than Professor H, who was huge as it was. I spread my legs wider in an effort to take the full length of the dildo in me. Once the toy was in place, Mrs H turned on the wand vibrator and pushed it against my clit. The vibrations travelled through my whole body. I was starting to feel heavy with pleasure. Keeping the vibrator in place, she started fucking me with the dildo.
The waves of pleasure from the vibrator on my clit were intense, but it was what she was doing with the dildo that was driving me wild. There was no consistency to the depth and speed of her thrusts. She seemed to deliberately try and shatter my expectations. I usually liked consistency – the same movement over and over was what often made me come quickest and hardest. But what she was doing was ratcheting up the heat tenfold. I felt like I could fall over the edge any time, but weirdly enough the tension just kept growing. My body was on fire; I felt suspended in time. Everything else fell away, the only thing that mattered was how amazing I felt.
Mrs H adjusted the angle of the vibrator and pulsed the dildo just at the entrance of my pussy. It was the most incredible feeling and without warning, I crashed over the edge. Something inside me felt like it was bursting and then I gushed all over Mrs H’s hands and the bed. The feeling of relief was intense, and unlike any orgasm I’d even had. I felt as if I was filled with light and air, floating on a cloud of bliss. I was barely aware of Mrs H putting the toys away and cradling me in her arms.
“Baby, that was amazing. Was that the first time you’ve squirted?”
My brain was mush and I felt out of breath. I tried to reply, but it was as if my body was no longer connected to my brain.
The door opened and Professor H’s voice floated towards me through the fog of bliss. “How is she?”
Mrs H’s voice was full of pride. “She’s a bit spaced out from an amazing orgasm, which made her squirt.”
Professor H swore. “I would have loved to see that.”
“I’m sure I can get her to do it again. But for now, she probably needs to rest.”
Professor H sounded disappointed. “Okay.”
I hated disappointing him. Had he hoped for sex with me? Maybe if I could rest for a few minutes, I could muster up the energy to go again. I didn’t want him to think I wasn’t interested in him anymore.
I struggled to force myself to sit up, but Professor H put a gentle hand on my shoulder. “Grace is right, baby, you need rest. I’ll check in on you later.”
He left, closing the door behind him.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed Mrs H stroking my hair. After a while, I started to feel better. My legs didn’t feel like they were numb and my brain fog lifted. Rubbing my eyes, I sat up.
“Wow, I feel good.”
Mrs H clapped her hands together. “I’m so glad. And you squirted!”
“I know!” I was really proud of it, although I had no idea how I’d done it. “My friend Jody did it and I always wanted to try it. I just wished I knew how I did it.”
She laughed. “I wouldn’t know, I’ve never been able to do it myself. But maybe now your body knows how to do it, it will happen again.”
“I hope so.”
“Me too. It will be epic if you squirted during the next party.”
I burst out laughing. “You make me sound like party trick.” Then my brain caught up with what she’d said. “Wait, there’s going to be another party?”
She nodded, her eyes twinkling. “Tomorrow. Sorry for the late notice, but it only came together this afternoon. Are you up for it?”
I jumped up and down excitedly. “I am! I can’t wait!”
Mrs H laughed and I suddenly felt a rush of love for her. She looked so gorgeous spread out on the bed, her red curls tousled, her soft thighs spread and her skin flushed from her orgasm. I had a sudden need to kiss her all over.
Starting with the soft hollow of her neck, I trailed kissed down to her soft belly, avoiding her breasts. She sighed deeply when I kissed the inside of her thigh, just next to her fragrant pussy. I kissed and licked a path down her thighs to the inside of her knees and then down to her ankles. Then I repeated the movement with my hands, feeling her soft skin beneath my fingers. She was so amazing: soft, but strong, oozing sensuality. Her pussy was shaved smooth, but I wondered if her hair down there was as red as her hair on her head. I imagined her pussy with a tuft of soft red hair and my heart raced. It would be so beautiful.
Mrs H giggled when I licked the side of her breast. She smelled heavenly. I didn’t want to be weird and start sniffing her, so I just inhaled deeply.
She pulled me close and kissed me deep. “That was so lovely.”
I grinned and got up. “I’m going to talk to Professor H. I don’t want him to feel bad.”
Stretching, she waved me away. “Go on then. You’re a good girl, Zoe. We’re very lucky to have met you.”
Feeling that the luck was all mine, I bounded down the stairs, not caring that I was stark naked. I suddenly felt a rush of sympathy for Professor H who had been scolded by his wife and then sent on his way when he wanted to fuck me.
I found him in the kitchen, staring out the window and stirring a cup of coffee. I snuck up behind him and put my arms around him, resting my head on his broad back.
“Zoe!” He sounded pleasantly surprised. Untangling himself from me, he turned around. “Are you feeling better? I am so sorry I left you alone.”
I stood on my tiptoes and kissed him. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not mad at you.”
His face sagged with relief. “You’re not?”
I shook my head. “No, so don’t feel bad.”
He leaned over and kissed me. “I don’t deserve you.”
Grinning I stepped out of his embrace. “No you don’t. But I deserve you, and Mrs H.” I winked at him. “And I will repay your kindness at the party tomorrow.” I grabbed his hand as an exited thought occurred to me. “Can you tie me up?”
Confusion reigned on his face. “Right now?”
I giggled, feeling light-headed with excitement. “No, silly, tomorrow at the party. I want to be tied up to a table – or bed? I want to be presented to all the guests, ready to be fucked by anyone. All my holes to everyone’s disposal.”
He frowned. “Are you sure about that?”
I nodded so vigorously my hair flew around. “Absolutely. As long as we agree on a safeword so I can call a halt when it gets too much.”
He tapped his lips with his finger. “Maybe we can ask Margot if we can use her table…”
“Yes!” The thought of being strapped with my legs in the stirrups was almost too exciting to bear. “I would so love that.” I grabbed his arm and widened my eyes. “Please, professor, please tie me up at the party.”
He laughed and kissed the tip of my nose. “Okay, my greedy little slut. I’ll tie you up.” His expression darkened for a moment. “But only if Mrs H agrees as well.”
“To what?” Mrs H came into the kitchen. “What plans are you making for her now?”
I quickly filled her in, my voice shaking with excitement. She smiled indulgently. “If you insist. I think it’s a lovely idea. It will go over really well.”
I hugged her tight. “Thank you so much! I’m so looking forward to it!”
She gave my ass a playful tap. “We’ll let everyone know, and we’ll fill them in on what your safeword is.”
I did a little dance of excitement. Professor and Mrs H watched me with indulgent smiles. I was so happy they hadn’t told me earlier about the party, because now I only felt excitement, not anxiety. It was going to be great.
***
The next evening, I was starting to have second thoughts about being tied up. It was sexy, exciting, daring and scary, but did I really want to be passive all night? It would be so much fun to also actively participate. I could see myself riding a guy reverse-cowboy style while I sucked off another guy. Or going down on a woman while someone fucked me from behind.
When I told the Hendersons, they were immediately enthusiastic.
“Why don’t we tie you up for an hour or two and then you can participate?” Mrs H said. “You’re right, that would be so much more fun.”
I loved how supportive she always was. Margot had graciously allowed us the use of her massage table, which was set up in the middle of the living room. As Mrs H helped me up on the table and tied my legs into the stirrups, I swallowed hard. This was really going to happen. I had my safeword, but I was determined not to use it. I wanted to show everyone how well I could behave. After flaking out at the last party, I was determined to be the last one standing.
Mrs H went over the rules one more time. “Okay, so everyone can use all your holes without having to ask. They can use toys, fingers or cocks, but no fisting. Condoms are optional, but encouraged.”
I pouted, because I loved being filled with cum, but I understood why they had that rule.
“Unless you use your safeword, you will be used by whomever in whatever way they want. How rough do you want it?”
I grinned. “As rough as they can give it to me.”
Professor H shook his head. “We need some rules in place around that. No drawing blood and no implements. They can use their hands, but can’t slap your face.” He cupped my cheek gently. “I want you marked, but not here.”
All this talk about what was waiting for me made me wet. I wished the guests would arrive already. I was so ready to be fucked.
Professor H tied up my hands behind my head. “Okay, my pet, you’re ready.”
Mrs H looked at me longingly. “Maybe I should start her off…”
He pulled her away. “Don’t be so greedy. We get her every day, let’s let our guests have her tonight. We don’t want her to peak too soon.”
I wanted to tell them I wouldn’t, but then the doorbell rang. Mrs H’s face lit up and she skipped to the door. By the sound of it, a whole group of people had arrived.
Professor H leaned over and kissed me. “Be good for me, baby. Have fun and remember: no one will judge you if you use your safeword.”
Tied up as I was, I could only see the ceiling, but I could hear the voices coming closer. Mrs H was leading them into the room.
I heard a few gasps as people saw me. Mrs H chuckled. “I told you there would be a surprise. Do you like it? Her holes are available, no need to ask permission. She’s our little gift to you, but only for two hours. After that, she’s free to do whatever you want, so if you want to take advantage of her being tied up, make sure you do that before eleven o’clock.”
They approached the table. I recognised a few faces: Gareth and Stefan, who had hopefully been told to behave. I wasn’t too concerned, as Mrs H was in the room and I knew she’d step in if she thought someone wasn’t behaving.
Then Thomas’s face appeared, a broad smile on his face. “Lovely to see you like this, my little slut.”
I glared at him. “Are you just going to gloat, or will you take your dick out for me?”
For a moment, his face registered shock, then he burst out laughing. “I like your attitude tonight. Just wait a moment.”
He disappeared from view, but was back within seconds, this time completely naked. He grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face towards his groin. “Let’s see how well you can use your mouth.”
I opened my mouth greedily and started sucking. It was lovely to have something to do.
Fingers probed my pussy and spread open my lips.
“She’s so wet already,” I heard someone say. “Nice and slutty.”
“Grace, did you say all her holes are available?”
Mrs H chuckled. “Absolutely. She’s trained well. Toys are on the side cupboard if you want them.”
I tried to concentrate on sucking Thomas’s dick as hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and a cold blob of lube was smeared all over my puckered hole. Something big and cold was pushed against my back entrance. I groaned as the ring of my ass stretched and a large butt plug was pushed inside.
“That looks good,” a woman remarked. “Let’s see how tight it is now.”
She pushed two fingers inside my pussy and pumped them in and out a few times. “That feels good.”
“Great,” the man said. “Let me have a try.”
The woman pulled her fingers out and the man rammed his cock inside. I gasped at the sudden intrusion. The large butt plug made me really tight, but the man groaned with delight.
“Fuck, this is tight. I’m going to enjoy this.” He started fucking me hard, slamming me against Thomas with each thrust. I tried hard to concentrate on my blow job, but it was hard with how amazing my pussy started to feel.
Thomas grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling hard enough to bring tears to my eyes. “Focus. I need you to make me come.”
I winced, but the pain was just what I needed to regain my focus. Relaxing my throat, I took him deeper, sucking hard. He groaned and let go of my hair, stroking the back of my head as he thrust into my mouth. I gagged every now and then when I forgot to relax, but that only seemed to spur Thomas on.
Being fucked this hard was almost too much to bear, but I willed myself not to come until I’d given Thomas an orgasm. Luckily he seemed close. He closed his eyes and his breath became ragged. His thrusts became more erratic and then, with a groan, he pulled out and shot his load all over my face.
I didn’t have time to enjoy how wonderfully filthy this was, because my pussy convulsed as the first orgasm of the night tore through me. The man who was pointing me took no notice and kept going, until he finished himself off. Then he walked away without a word.
It didn’t take long before he was replaced. The next man was Gareth. He grinned at me, then gently pulled the butt plug out. Using a generous amount of lube, he pushed his cock against my tight back entrance and pushed. I was still stretched from the massive plug, so he had no trouble sliding in.
A woman joined him with a narrow vibrator in her hand. As Gareth started fucking my ass, she slid the vibrator in my pussy. It was narrow so fit perfectly without stretching me, which I was initially a bit disappointed about, but then she turned it on, and the vibrations took my breath away. Gareth swore under his breath. I was sure he could feel the vibrations as well as he continued to fuck my ass.
The sensations were fantastic. I thrashed on the table, pulling at my restraints as Gareth pushed me closer and closer to the edge. He came before I could, but the woman kept the vibrator in my pussy until I’d come. Smiling when she saw me in the throes of an orgasm, she pulled the vibe out of me and without giving me another glance, walked away.
Three men fucked me in quick succession, and then a woman knelt between my legs. She started licking and fingering me, eating me out as if I was the most delicious buffet. I lost count of the amount of orgasms I’d had, but this was my first clitoral stimulation of the night. I bucked my hips against her mouth as much as I could, but she laughed and stopped.
“So greedy, aren’t you? Stay still or I won’t continue.” She gave my butt a playful slap.
I moaned at the sensation.
“Oh, you like this, do you?” She slapped me again, this time harder. “You like pain?”
I moaned again, my pussy dripping with desire.
She stood up and smiled down on me. “I’m going to have fun with you.”
My clit was throbbing and I really wanted her to continue. But she just stared at me with a funny smile on her face. Suddenly her arm shot out and she slapped my pussy.
I yelped at the sting, but when she slapped me again and again, my yelps turned to moans. It hurt, but in such a good way. She made sure to hit my clit every time she made contact. Then, just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, she dropped to her knees and licked me ever so gently. My exposed and swollen flesh felt raw, but her laps made me feel so good. My orgasm left me breathless, and almost without the energy to continue.
But then Ruby, the woman whose tits I had sucked so much at the last party, stopped by the table. She grabbed a small bullet vibrator – about the size of the one I had upstairs – and pulled back the hood from my clit. Pressing the vibe against my exposed bud, she put it to the highest setting and left it there while she started a conversation with someone.
My body spasmed and shuddered as she forced another orgasm out of me, keeping the vibe in place long after I had come. My pussy kept pulsing and just as I thought I’d have to use the safeword, she turned back to me, turned off the vibe and pushed two fingers inside me. Curling them up against my G-spot, she started stroking with firm strokes. Within minutes, I could feel my whole body tense as if it was building up to something huge.
“Is she still going?” I heard Mrs H ask.
“Yes,” Ruby said. “I don’t know how, though, she’s been thoroughly used.”
Mrs H laughed. “Keep going and you’re going to make her squirt.”
“Really?” Ruby looked at me. “Are you going to gush for me, girl?”
I was too far gone to answer. I strained against the bonds holding me in place as pleasure pushed me further and further until the dam broke – literally – and I gushed all over the table.
Ruby laughed in surprise. “You’re right, Grace. That’s amazing.”
I felt drained, but floating on a cloud of bliss. Unlike the last party, this time I had endured so much, and enjoyed every minute of it.
Mrs H unbuckled my legs and untied my arms. She helped me sit up and wiped my sweaty hair from my face. “You did so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
I smiled at her weakly. I was tired, but I wasn’t done yet. I just needed a little break.
Professor H came over and helped me off the table. Together they brought me to the couch. Mrs H went to get a glass of water and Professor H let me lean against his chest. He played with my nipples as he whispered in my ear.
“You were fantastic, my little slut, so greedy and wet. Everyone loved taking you.”
Mrs H came back with the glass of water and I drank gratefully.
“Shall we bring you upstairs?” she asked.
I glared at her. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just getting started.”
She exchanged a worried glance with Professor H, but I didn’t want to be coddled tonight. I wanted to be ruined. And not just that: I wanted to eat out another woman. More than one if I had the chance.
Looking around, I spotted Anna, Thomas’s partner, on one of the arm chairs. She was watching Thomas fucking another woman while she lazily stroked her pussy. Getting up on shaky legs, I made my way over to her.
She looked up when I stopped in front of her, her face breaking out into a big smile. “Zoe! I was planning to get to you next.”
I smiled back and gestured at her pussy. “I’d love to help you with that.”
Eagerly, she spread her legs widely for me. “I would love that too.”
I knelt between her legs and breathed her in. She smelled heavenly. I ran my fingers over her swollen lips as I sat back on my heels to get a proper look at her.
She was gorgeous. The previous times I’d seen her, I hadn’t paid that much attention to her, and she’d been clothed both times. But now I got to see everything. She was muscular and tanned, and like Mrs H, she was completely shaved. Her breasts were big and heavy, in sharp contrast with her tiny waist and tight stomach.
I stroked her legs, then kissed the inside of her thighs. She shivered as my fingers brushed her pussy again, but she didn’t move. She seemed content to let me do my thing.
I loved teasing her, hearing her breath catch in her throat every time I gently touched her pussy lips or her clit. She was very aroused, and soon her juices were staining my fingers. Looking up at her, I licked them, savouring her taste on my tongue. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. I wondered if she hadn’t expected me to be so into her. I didn’t know why, though, she was amazing and tasted as great as Mrs H.
It was so nice to play with her. With Mrs H, I always felt a bit on the back foot, like I was the inexperienced little girl and she was my teacher. I loved that dynamic, but it was nice to be with someone who was completely neutral to me. I could be whoever I wanted with Anna.
Deciding that I wanted to be a bit more assertive than I was with Mrs H, I grabbed one of the dildos from the table. Anna’s eyes widened when she saw the thick, purple silicone cock with its veiny shaft, but she didn’t stop me. I slid it through her slit to get it nice and wet. On impulse, I grabbed the bottle of lube and coated the dildo with a generous amount. Pushing my slippery fingers inside her pussy, I pumped them a few times. She sighed deeply when I entered her. Her eyes were half-closed with lust. She looked amazing.
I loved having my fingers inside of her, feeling her heat and the softness of her channel. Her G-spot was engorged and I wondered idly if I’d be able to make her squirt.
Lying back in the chair, she let me explore her. I flicked her clit and noticed how her pussy contracted whenever I did that. It was fun to see how she reacted to different stimuli. But I was impatient; I wanted to make her come.
Grabbing the dildo, I positioned it at her tight entrance. She spread her legs wider when she felt me pushing the dildo inside her. It was tight and I had to pulse the tip a few times before it could slide in deeper. I was happy I had used lube; although she was very wet, the lube made it easier to stretch her out.
When the dildo was all the way in, I kept it in place while I rubbed her clit. She moaned softly and arched her back, but didn’t thrust her hips. I admired her self-control, I’d have whined about wanting to be fucked by now.
I pulled the dildo out of her and slowly pushed it in again. I loved how her pussy lips slid along the purple shaft, how stretched her entrance looked. She was so beautiful, I couldn’t help admiring her. Everything else disappeared, it was just me and Anna. Her soft sighs became louder moans as I twisted the dildo, pulled it out halfway, angled it to get her G-spot. I was erratic, wanting to keep her off guard, and each movement seemed to cause her immense pleasure. I loved how sensitive she seemed to be. Maybe she’d been fucked a lot already tonight, or maybe she was always this sensitive, I didn’t know. All I knew was that it made me feel powerful to see her writhe like this.
I lowered my head and licked her clit. Her pussy clamped around the dildo, making it harder for me to fuck her. I stopped trying to thrust and just rotated the dildo inside her, pushing it against her pussy walls and her G-spot. Her breathing became ragged and she dug her fingers into the back of my head as she ground her pussy against my face.
Not knowing her well enough to judge whether she was close, I just kept doing what I was doing. Her moans became higher-pitched until she arched almost off the chair, her legs shuddering as her orgasm claimed her.
“Oh my god, that was hot,” a voice said behind me.
I looked around to see Thomas stare at me with wonder on his face. Wiping my chin, I grinned at him. What had he thought? That I was only good for being fucked? I was glad I’d had a chance to show him I was also good at making others come.
All this playing had made me horny again. Thomas had pulled Anna into his arms and was kissing her deeply, so he was out of the running. Looking around, it seemed like the party was starting to wind down. The crazy horny energy from the beginning of the party had disappeared. People were lazily stroking each other or themselves rather than having full-on sex.
Disappointment flooded me. I had really hoped to be double-penetrated tonight, now that I had been trained to take two cocks. I wanted to know what it felt like to have two real cocks in me, rather than a cock and a dildo.
Professor H caught my eye and came over. He pulled me to my feet. “Are you still not satisfied, baby?”
I shook my head. “I need your cock in my pussy.”
When he grinned, I added, “And another one in my ass.”
His smile widened even more. Looking around the room, he spotted a man who’d fucked me earlier in the night but whose name I didn’t know.
“Matt, come here.”
The man got up and my eyes widened. I hadn’t been able to see him well when I’d been tied to the table, but now I got a proper look at him. He was easily a foot taller than me with broad shoulders, very muscular arms and legs, and a well-defined six pack.
He ambled over to us and gave me a nod. “Ready for another round?”
I wasn’t so sure anymore, but I didn’t remember him having a huge cock, so maybe it could work.
“She wants us both,” Professor H said. “What do you want? Pussy or ass?”
Matt glanced at me. “Pussy.”
Without hesitating, he bent down and lifted me up. I yelped in surprise, but then his cock breached my entrance and he lowered me down. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on to his shoulders as he started to fuck me slowly.
Professor H took place behind us and lubed up my ass. I gasped as he pushed a finger inside, making sure my back entrance was ready for his cock. With Matt’s cock buried deep inside my pussy, it was harder for Professor H to enter me from behind, but with patience and a lot of lube, he managed.
The eyes of most of the guests were on us as both men started fucking me. I felt tiny in Matt’s arm’s, just a little rag doll used by both men for their pleasure. It was so hot to be held up by Matt, who didn’t seem to have any difficulty in fucking me like this. It took a few tries for both men to find their rhythm, but once they did, the sensation was heavenly. I was impressed with how hard they both were again, after all the sex they’d had. Feeling their cocks brush against each other through the thin wall of my vagina was incredibly hot.
My fingernails dug into Matt’s shoulder as pleasure radiated in waves from my core. It felt like the two of them were intent on splitting me in half. As they got used to the rhythm, they started speeding up, plowing me hard. I was tossed around, and bounced up and down, and I loved every minute of it. My breath became ragged as the pleasure became more and more intense. I was so full, I thought I’d stretch beyond my limit.
Even so, my orgasm took me by surprise. I moaned and clung to Matt as my pussy and ass convulsed around the two cocks inside of me. Matt nor Professor H took notice of my climax. They kept fucking me for a long time. I was feeling wrung out and tired, but I didn’t want this to end. My body felt super sensitive, my pussy swollen from all the attention it had gotten this evening.
Another, much smaller shiver of an orgasm ran through me, and I thought I had no more energy left. Luckily, shortly after, Professor H came, shooting his load deep in my ass. It felt weird, and not entirely in a good way, but I was too tired to protest. Professor H pulled out of me, but Matt kept fucking me, bouncing me on his cock as if I was nothing. All I could do was to hang on for dear life.
And then Matt exploded inside me, filling my pussy up with his cum. With a grunt, he lowered me to the ground. As his cock slipped out of me, his cum seeped out of my pussy down my thighs.
I collapsed on the floor, unable to move. But my holes were filled with cum. I had never been happier in my life.
Before I could recover, Anna knelt in front of me. She pushed my legs apart and fastened her mouth onto my pussy, sucking and licking Matt’s cum out of me. I was too tired for another orgasm, but the thought of Anna cleaning me up like that was so hot. I resolved to keep this moment in my memory–a nice memory to wank off to at another time.
When she was done, she gave me a wide smile. “That was delicious, thank you.”
Mrs H helped me up and kissed me. “That was amazing, baby.”
I looked around for Professor H. He knelt next to me and I hugged him. “It was so amazing.”
He smiled. “You liked that? We should do that more often.”
I couldn’t have agreed more.
Matt joined us and nuzzled my neck. “Such a lovely tight pussy. I wouldn’t mind fucking that again.”
The thought of being fucked by this giant of a man again excited me. “Why don’t you stay the night?” I asked on impulse. “You can fuck me again in the morning.”
He stared at me in surprise. “Really?”
I glanced at Professor and Mrs H, who beamed at me. Then I kissed Matt. “Absolutely.” I loved how small he made me feel when he lifted me up and I couldn’t help imagining him on top of me, almost crushing me as he fucked me.
Matt slapped my ass. “It’s a fantastic idea.”
I yawned. Looking around the room, it was clear that everyone else was either ready to go home or to find a bedroom in the house somewhere, so I didn’t feel bad going upstairs.
Grabbing Matt’s hand, I pulled him along. “Let’s go then. I’m beat.”
“I’m pretty knackered as well.”
Mrs H winked at me. “Good night and have fun tomorrow morning. Don’t worry about being quiet.”
My cheeks flushed, although they had no reason to. After all that had happened between the Hendersons and I, there was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Ignoring my burning cheeks, I led Matt to my bedroom. I couldn’t wait to be fucked again tomorrow.
***
It was barely light outside when I woke up. My body felt achy in a delicious way. I gingerly touched my pussy, which felt swollen and sensitive from all the fucking I had done the night before. My cheeks flushed when I thought about how depraved and greedy I had been.
I stretched and as I yawned, I became aware of another person in my bed. For a fleeting moment, I thought it would be Professor H, but then I remembered Matt.
I propped myself up on my elbow to look at him. He was as gorgeous in the daylight as he had been the night before. And as massive.
I’d planned to sleep in, but seeing Matt sprawled out next to me made all thoughts of sleep disappear. Just as I was about to wake him up, the door opened and Mrs H came in. She smiled when she saw I was already awake.
“How are you feeling?” she whispered.
“Good,” I whispered back. “A bit sore, but in a good way.”
“That’s great. Do you mind if I watch while Matt fucks you? Jack is still deep asleep and I’m horny. I’ll be quiet.”
I grinned. That sounded like a delicious plan. I loved it when people watched me have sex, and especially if it was Mrs H watching me.
I nudged Matt and he opened his eyes. He rolled over onto his back. “Good morning, sexy.”
“Up for round two?” I didn’t really need to ask, as his cock was already hard. “Mind if Mrs H watches?”
He lifted his head and nodded at Mrs H. “Find by me.” Then he turned to me. “What did you have in mind?”
My voice was hoarse. “I want to feel you on top of me. I want you to pin me down and fuck me like you mean it.”
He didn’t wait to be told twice. In one fluid movement he got up and pushed me onto my back. I barely had time to react before he was on me. pinning my hands above my head while he nudged my legs apart. With one swift thrust, he was inside me.
His weight was heavy, but he was careful not to crush me. I couldn’t move, but I was still able to breathe. He fucked me hard and I yelped in surprise when he bottomed out inside of me. Yesterday he hadn’t seemed big, but today his cock dragged along every inch of my vaginal walls, filling me up completely. It didn’t help that my pussy was sensitive and swollen from all the sex last night.
I hoped he would last long enough to give me an orgasm, but I shouldn’t have worried. He was relentless. I’d never been fucked by someone for so long and so hard. Mrs H was sitting out of sight, but I could hear her shallow gasps and the sopping noises from her fingers in her pussy. It was so hot to be fucked like this in front of an audience. I no longer cared that my pussy was sensitive, I closed my eyes and lost myself in the torrent of pleasure that washed over me.
Matt started groaning with the effort of keeping up the pace. His cock was rock hard and his breathing ragged. My fingernails dug into his back as I let him ride me as hard as he wanted. I couldn’t do anything to further my own pleasure, but just before I became frustrated with this, he suddenly lifted himself up on his elbows. The next moment, I felt Mrs H’s slender fingers on my clit, strumming and rubbing the little nub until I couldn’t stand it anymore. My back arched and I cried out as I climaxed at the same time as Matt.
Before he could recover, Mrs H pushed him out of the way and took place between my legs.
She looked up at me with a wicked grin on her face. “I saw Anna do this yesterday and I just had to try it myself.”
I gasped as she dove in, her tongue lapping at my folds. Pushing two fingers inside me, she pumped me to get more of Matt’s cum. It felt heavenly to be eaten out like that. After a while, Mrs H pulled her fingers out of my pussy, but she wasn’t done yet. Pulling back the hood of my clit, she took the pert button into her mouth, sucking it hard. White hot jolts shot from my clit through my whole body and I came, shuddering and shaking. With gentle strokes of her tongue she guided me down from my orgasm. Lying next to me, she pulled me into her arms.
I turned to her and kissed her deeply. “You’re too much fun.”
She giggled. “So are you.”
We had forgotten about poor Matt, but he didn’t seem to care. He sat down on the bed next to us and ran his hands over my flushed skin.
“That was a great way to wake up, but I think I have to get going.”
I flashed him a smile. “Thanks for staying the night.”
He tilted his head. “Anytime. Grace has my number if you ever want to fuck again.”
I felt bad making him leave already. Untangling myself from Mrs H, I got up. “You sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast?”
He shook his head. “Sorry, work calls and I still have to go home to change.”
I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. “Thanks for everything.”
He gave my ass a squeeze. Then he gathered up his clothes and disappeared into the bathroom. I settled back onto the bed with Mrs H. We snuggled until Matt had changed, said goodbye and left.