Last Updated on 2 September, 2026 by Cara Sutra
Last night we were watching TV in our usual way (me laid across his lap with my massive tits out for him to molest and fondle) when suddenly I felt him shift beneath me, so I half lifted, half turned to see what was going on.
He’d freed his cock from his trousers, which was hard and straining, and grabbed me by the neck, forcing my mouth down on it. My tits were still out of my short, figure-hugging dress, sensitive from the hour of nipple pinching, flicking and teasing beforehand. Feeling extra exposed with the curtains open, only the sheer net curtain providing minimal discretion from anyone passing by, or privacy from the neighbours across the street.
The memory of the noises he made as my mouth dutifully attended to him is still arousing me intensely today. He eased up the pressure on my neck and let me cater to his cock in my own way. I used every well-practiced skill in my slutty repertoire; tongue gently teasing around his tip, delving down and around the collar and fren, slowly working every part until he was gloriously wet and slippery. My lips formed an O shape, keeping my teeth out of the way, using the comfortable, firm shape to roll his foreskin down and expose his sensitive tip to the warm wetness of my mouth. The gently suctioning wetness carrying on down his shaft until that exposed tip hit, and pushed against, the back of my throat.
His slick with pre-cum head coating my tonsils, and trying to force through even deeper, past that point. Switching from my gentle, welcoming tease to deep throat him instead, and hearing him grunt with the sheer pleasure of it, above me. Emitting low moans of pure arousal and increasingly urgent need. Sucking on him, while my tongue explores his shaft and flits teasingly across the tip of it whenever I pull back, tasting every part of him, my fingers firmly grasping his balls. Teasing them too, my rounded nails gently scraping across their tautness in the way I know drives him crazy, whilst his cock is deep in my focused, attentive mouth.
It wasn’t all that long before his moans became more urgent, and then his hand was back, gripping the back of my head, forcing my face down fully on his cock so I was unable to move, or even breathe, as he exploded his hot cum directly down my throat from where his tip was forced beyond my tonsils. I could do nothing but immediately swallow all of it, the taste of it more of a scent in my nostrils, exploding as deep in me as it did. I did my best to keep breathing throughout, and I realised with a sudden, painful spasm of my pussy that I was breathing the scent of his ultimate pleasure, as the hot sticky mess made its slow descent from tonsils to stomach.
If I thought that was it, I was wrong. Once he’d recovered a little, he pulled my face away from him by my hair. A deep growl to “get on your knees“. Obediently I kneeled right there, on the carpet, resting elbows on the sofa in front of me as he positioned himself behind me. Tits still out and their exposed, heavy weight resting on the seat, sensitive nipples further brutalised by the motions against the fabric. Behind me he spread my legs, then spread my understandably sopping pussy lips. Shoved his somehow-still-hard cock deeply and fully inside my slippery slut entrance in one move, making me cry out in a mixture of shock and pleasure, from being taken so immediately and so roughly. Throat and nose still freshly burning with the scent of his thick cum.
All too aware of the curtains being open, that anyone passing by would definitely see him fucking me over the sofa on the living room carpet, being taken with my legs spread, back arched and tits out, hair wild and bucking frenziedly on his cock. Some whore that didn’t care about anything in that moment but the sensational feel of him fucking me and needing him to cum inside me; yes, again. Even though he’d only just ‘fed’ me at the other end. Always hungry for him.
I wasn’t sure he’d even be able to cum again, to be honest, the load reaching my stomach and still coating my throat feeling like such a massive one. His orgasm in my mouth had certainly felt extra huge and fully exhausting. But cum again he did, his cock battering at my cervix as if it were the bailiff and my uterus owed it a longstanding debt. Unable to gain entry, it detonated its pent-up aggression deep inside me, another hot, sticky explosion to match the one I could still taste.
Feeling wonderfully used and abused, having had my nipples teased and my tits groped for an hour then my body fucked at both ends in the living room in full view of anyone lucky enough to be passing, I struggled to gather enough strength to clean myself up and pull myself into a suitably normal, sitting upright position. He helped. We sat and cuddled in the wonderful post-fuck glow for a while, whatever TV show still playing in the background. No words required. Just the hotness of sitting with everything that had just happened, and the pleasurable comfort that comes from knowing what each other needed, enjoys, and delighting in reciprocal satisfaction. Relishing the mind and body sensations washing through and over us.
But if I’d thought that was it, I was wrong yet again.
At some point I recovered from the post-fuck daze, then kissed him goodnight and went up to bed. I go up earlier than he does, as it takes me longer to settle.
I was asleep when he eventually came up to bed, some hours later. But I wasn’t asleep for long.
Despite my hearing aids being removed when I go to bed, and put in their charging dock for the night, I can sense when he comes into the bedroom. Probably a combination of the landing light alerting me, and his weight on the mattress, and the familiar warmth of his body next to mine. Then he moves closer to me, to spoon me from behind, as that’s how we sleep together each night. Both naked. I don’t think I sleep properly until I feel the weight of his arm around my waist, his body cradling the shape of mine, the curve of my arse against his lower tummy, the feel of his cock and balls against me. Legs and feet lovingly tangled.
Usually it stops there, and my breathing settles into deep contentment knowing he’s in the right place, next to me, and we sleep well until morning arrives.
Last night, however, I felt his arm around my waist continue moving upwards. He peeled back the duvet from its snug embrace of my large, heavy tits. His fingers spread in their intimate search, and I felt a sudden, electric jolt through my body, lighting the beacons which switch on my slut mode – throat, then tits, then clit, then cunt – as his fingertips deliberately brushed over both my very erect nipples at once, in such close proximity to each other as I was laid on my side. Oh, fuck.
I was suddenly very awake. Not that I made that obvious, of course. He likes it when I pretend I’m asleep as he’s ‘abusing’ me. Maybe he would be satisfied with that, in any case; perhaps he was just letting me know that I’m his, and that he’s there, and reminding me that my body is for his comfort and pleasure at any hour of the day or night. Our shared free use fixation.
I felt his cock stiffen against my arse cheeks. His hand briefly moved away from my re-awoken tits to spread me, to find my slick entrance, to guide his tip between my still-puffy labia, inside my not-too-long-ago roughly fucked pussy. I cried out with the surprise of being taken again so soon after the living room fucking, plus the physical sensation of his fingers coming back up to ravage my nipples as his cock thrust fully inside me, not satisfied with simply exploring my entrance with his tip, needing to fully slam into me balls-deep, completing the most pleasurable jigsaw.
With no energy left, all I could do was moan piteously as his cock slammed in and out of my abused pussy, his sadistic fingertips and nails delivering electric sensations to my conveniently close together, taut and sensitive nipples. The intense tit torture, or tit pleasure – or was it both? My mind was in a daze but also fully surrendered to him – had me arching my back, pushing my tits out for more abuse, while thrusting my arse backwards, deeper on to his cock needing as much of him as I could possibly get, as much as my body could demand in its pinned on my side, already exhausted state.
Noting my need for full body-slam, deep fucking, he cruelly switched from fully thrusting his cock into me, to teasing with short strokes instead. Rapidly thrusting just the sensitive tip of his cock in and out of my slippery and open pussy entrance. The combination of the sudden absence of depth, and the faster in-and-out sensation of his highly defined, rigid cock collar slipping over my sensitive opening, totally dissolving any of my remaining ability to think.
I could do nothing but lay there, letting whatever noises escape my mouth, and all the filthy, taboo words, and the degrading, humiliating pleading. Things I now only vaguely remember, and it’s more the feel of them than any specific utterances. Just lying there, being thrust in and out of, my nipples brutally pinched and flicked, keeping my brain frozen in slut mode, his whore’s body entirely at his command as he fucked it with as much abandon and as little care as he would a sex doll.
I don’t know how long we were like that, with him deliciously raping my thoroughly thrilled body, our combined words and noises a lost prayer. At some point his thrusting became fully deep again, his balls slapping hard against my taint as I reached out to try and find something to hold on to above me, or beside me, to ground myself as he built to his violent climax.
The full weight of him slammed against me as he passed the point of no return, and there was no pretence of gentleness, comfort or affection. I was nothing but a slick, stimulating, tight canal for his hungry cock, surrounded by curvaceous, warm, woman-shape with heavy tits to hold on to, as he emptied his balls into me for the third time in one evening. Our minds empty of anything but the carnal pleasure. He, focused on taking his deserved enjoyment from my body, and in return my body gratefully receiving the hot, sticky evidence of that intense fulfillment. My brain whited out to bliss. My pussy spasming, gulping, drowning and delighting in his flooding invasion. What it was made for.
We didn’t say anything, afterwards. We didn’t need to; and neither of us had the strength to find the right words, anyway, as if there could be any. We just lay like that, him still inside me for a while, the residual throbs of his satisfied, slowly diminishing cock echoing the embers of my own internal pulses and clenches. In the silence, and in the darkness, we lay in that embrace fully exhausted and finally ready to sleep. We didn’t even clean up; we just lay there relishing the shared warm, sticky filth connecting us.
At some point he slipped out of me completely, followed by the evidence of his brutal desire seeping out between my thighs. By that point, though, I really was asleep; fucked, filled, safe in his love and embrace, satisfied.
