Can’t even express how happy it makes me
to know that other’s are reading and enjoying my kink.
I just wanted to update you and let you know
that I am in the process of switching to wordpress.org
and probably will not be syncing this wordpress.com site
with my tumblr erotica anymore.
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-Q
I fucking love watching a cuckcake’s face as she experiences my husband’s love of licking pussy. No woman is ever prepared for the way he adores a cunt. His hot breath streaming over her lower belly and thighs, his tongue swishing around and swirling in her hole, his rotation and repetition of moves, the slow escalation of sucking force on her clit, his humming and moaning, muffled and muted by her pussy. She bites her lip trying to hold back, instinctually almost wiggling away from his probing tongue, but he can sense how close she is and encircles her waist with his arms holding her tightly in place. He never lets any cuckcake get away without cumming first.
“Lick her from her clit to her asshole baby”
My husband instructs me from his position on the edge of the bed. He runs his palm smoothly across my ass and smacks it sharply, one cheek after the other. I lick cuckcake eagerly exactly the way he wants. I push my tongue out as far as it will go and use it to lick and lap and probe every fold and opening of her sweet tight cunt, loosening her up, getting her juices flowing, relaxing her for him. I continue ravaging her pussy with my entire face as long as my husband urges me on with his love smacks. I wiggle my ass to let him know wordlessly that I want a little more sting. Later as I play with myself, whilst watching him enjoying her body I press my pink slapped ass against the bedcovers, renewing that delicious sting as I edge myself all the way to an explosion.
I love it when he kisses the cuckcake, but sometimes I crave my husband’s tongue in my mouth too. Seeing the way he has been kissing his student so tenderly and gently has tipped my jealousy scale and frustrated me. I want more passion, less faux-romance. I pull his face over to mine and begin kissing him breathlessly, urging him to get riled up. I probe his mouth with my tongue and bite his bottom lip, clamping and pulling at it with my teeth.
“She wants you to kiss her like you want to fuck her, not like you want to take her to the prom” I growl. “She is a complete slut, I know it”.
To illustrate my point I grab cuckcake’s tit and squeeze it roughly until her nipple is evident under her shirt. I roll it between my fingers and pinch it, hard. Cuckcake, moans and draws her breath in with a lewd hiss, the harder I pinch, the more she wiggles onto my husband’s lap.
“See?” I laugh and push his face back to her waiting wet lips.
This time he doesn’t kiss her like he loves her, instead he kisses her in a way there is no mistaking his intentions. I sit back and watch them begin.
One of my husband’s students seem to have gotten my personal number, I think maybe he gave it to her intentionally. This is the 2nd video she has sent me today and it is driving me to distraction. The first video starred my husband’s prick sliding in and out of her pretty pink mouth, but this one is almost a step too far. Her self satisfied gloating works me up into a sexual frenzy. It is hard not to call my husband then and there and demand that he stop fucking her. But this cuckcake is also so fucking gorgeous and intriguing. Her self confidence is a massive turn on and I can see why my husband wanted her. I get a very satisfying email from him just a little later.
“Hi love, just to let you know, I’ll be bringing home that cheeky cuckcake later. She is dying to meet you. I can imagine how worked up you are by now, she insisted on sending you that second video. Go to our bedroom and wait for us. You get to use your toy cabinet tonight for sure, this slut is begging to be double stuffed”
He told me to follow him in there after 5 minutes. I could hear them fucking from the corridor outside leading to the restrooms. My husband panting and breathing heavily muttering to her under his breath, with the cuckcake mewing and yelping like a kitten. As soon as I enter, I recognise the cuckcake as the bartender who served us our drinks less than twenty minutes ago. It got me wet when I saw her slip her number to my husband but seeing what a fast moving horny little whore she actually is has really made me sploosh. The fact that they are both bare naked, screwing intensely against a wall, in the public restroom of a dive bar is so fucking nasty that I have got to film it to save for our collection. Cuckcake barely reacts when I start to move around, filming them from all angles, but my husband gives me a little smirk and a wink and shifts up a gear, pounding her even harder than before.
She may not even know what a cuckcake is yet but she is certainly auditioning for the position. This lustful slut has had just enough cocktails to have lost all inhibitions. She moves gracefully, drawing our attention to her gently swaying body. She looks like she is dancing in her seat to some very slow, sensual music, intentionally running her hand through her brunette curls and sighing loudly. I reach across and place my hand on my husband’s crotch so I can feel the effect this beautiful, sexy, stranger is having on him. She makes sure we are looking directly at her and then she begins a show, undoing the buttons of her dress swiftly, exposing her perky tits within seconds, before she lost her nerve I guess. Once she has begun, there is no stopping her, she spreads her legs wide baring her beautiful neatly trimmed slit. My husband physically groans when her fingers part her pink lips and begin massaging her hidden clit. I want to film this display of pure lust and sensuality but I cannot take my eyes from her. As the train begins to approach our stop, we stand up and move closer. My husband holds out his hand to her with a smile
“You’re coming home with us”.
Our new cuckcake stands up, not even bothering to pull her dress together and takes my husband’s hand, she runs her fragrant wet fingers over my face and lips before he pulls her along and we all head home together.
He parades her in front of me in our bedroom. i recline against the headboard, bound by my own silk scarves, tied by my husband himself under instruction from the domineering cuckcake. Trussed up tightly, helplessly witnessing him grinding his hardon against her wriggling cuckcake ass. The entire surrounding bedroom falls away and there is nothing but us three, and cuckcake’s telling expression. That look, tells me that my husband is surprisingly hard and she is going to use my husband’s hard cock and make me watch, immobilized. I squirm with desire as she crawls up my body and tells my husband to shove his dick in her. Her face is inches away from mine as he thrusts. They melt against me, bearing down, sweaty and sliding up and down on my restricted body.
I kick off my panties, dropping them on the bed between my husband and I. The cuckcake between us is in a fuck trance, moaning hypnotically as my husband pounds her tight little cunt. She is getting loud again and our reservation lasts another 3 nights, we do not want to get kicked out of another hotel. My husband knows exactly what to do, he reaches for my cum soaked silk panties and stuffs them into her mouth.
“Shhh” he repeats, hunched over her, holding his hand over her mouth, increasing his pace and force with which he rams her. He catches my eye and holds eye contact with me as cuckcake begins cumming, muffled behind his palm and my panties.
Cuckcake uses the move on my husband and now she has his full attention. I don’t mind in the least, in fact, I booked her from the agency personally. He has been devoted to me all night at our party, it was a stuffy department obligation. Now is the time for him to let loose and have some fun. He takes his position at the university very seriously and he needs some deliberate unwinding when these kind of events finish. In fact, as I am winding things up with the guests downstairs and dealing with the annoying goodbyes, my husband is already upstairs, unwinding with cuckcake. I usher everyone out quickly as I start to hear their lovemaking drift down the stairs, not because I am embarrassed in the least but because I want to hurry up and join them.
Bijou Quaintrelle 