My Forbidden Diary: Surrendering to Anal Training and a Wild Sex Club Orgy
Deep in my private locker, that mental vault where I bury the filthiest truths, I crack it open for you. The rush hits hard—exposing this raw secret, my controlled exhibitionism pulsing like a heartbeat. No more holding back. Friday morning, 9 AM, château in Dordogne. Alone, no husband, no son. Adrien’s permission burns: play with the electric cock. Soft, flexible, warm like real flesh. Eyes shut, I rub my pussy lips. Slick heat builds. Never masturbated since teen years—disgusting then. Now? Shocks explode. I clamp thighs around it, grind my clit. Thrusts deep, walls clenching, juices flooding. First vaginal orgasm rips me—waves crashing, body arching. Comblée. Slept like dead.
Butt plug reminds me sitting up. Remove for toilet, anus loose now. One finger slips in, then two. No pain. Reinsert easy. Heart pounds at 10:30, office wait. Simple floral dress, no panties, top button undone, tits peeking. Legs crossed, thighs squeezing clit. Buzzing ache. Adrien enters, cool: ‘Come here. Bend over desk.’ Lifts skirt, twists plug. Pleasure jolts—moan escapes. He thinks pain. ‘You’ll learn to love it.’ Teases more later at belvédère. Afternoon, nude stroll, new heavy metal plug—blue gem base. Stretches me wide, tears well, but walking eases it. Naked among trees, thrill spikes. Hélène spying? Adrien whispers she’s obsessed with me.
Unlocking My Private Vault: First Solo Climax and Plug Play
Evening prep: sexy black lace bra pushing tits up, Brazilian thong hugging ass, garters, sheer stockings, killer heels. Chic dark green suit, demure blouse. Blindfold in car, long bumpy ride to unknown. Woman greets: ‘You’re the star tonight.’ Wig, red lips. Robert booms rules: lottery undress, caresses, protected fucks if I say yes. No anal—plug blocks it. Crowd cheers. I draw Cléa. Lesbian tornado: kisses rough, tongue smoky, alcoholic. Hands knead tits through jacket. Unbuttons slow, crowd whoops. Blouse off, fingers dance skin, tease lace. Spins me, devours neck, pussy mound grinds my ass.
Jacket gone. Blouse unbuttons amid laughs. Skin flames under her touch—long fingers everywhere. Turns me to her, free tits press mine. I grab hers: pointy, firm, nipples hard. Suck, bite— she groans, crushes my head. Skirt zips down. Thong peels slow; she peeks: ‘Full bush! Courbet’s Origin!’ Crowd roars. Bra off. Nearly naked, garters only. I pose: tits thrust, legs spread, offering hairy cunt proud. Slaps sting ass: ‘My turn to command.’ Strip her blind: shirt buttons back, pants down, string slips. Kneel, lick smooth shaved slit. Juicy, clit’s pebble. Tongue laps, fingers plunge—she bucks, screams orgasm on table.
The Raw Depths: Stripped Bare, Devoured in Ecstasy
Hands pull me to crowd table. Lips everywhere: mouths on mine, tits sucked, fingers pry pussy. Tongue dives deep, clit thrashed. I writhe, scream, black out. Wake sucking cock—hot, veiny, spurts cum fast. Another. Fingers prep me: thumb circles clit, two digits fuck. Voice asks: ‘May I?’ Yes. Bent over, tongue first—orgasm crashes. Cock sheathed, slides in slow. Plug shifts with every thrust, double-stuffed agony-ecstasy. He pulses, fills condom. I shatter again, faint screaming. Wake in car, panties pocketed. Adrien proud: ‘Beyond expectations.’ Joy trembles. Was it him? Dream fuel.
Locker snaps shut. Light, sated. Secret shared—adrenaline fades to glow. Tomorrow, rest.
