Carol degrades me

No Mary this week. At least not on Wednesday as Simon wasn’t going to Birmingham. It’s doubtful I’ll see her before Christmas now. Not for a sexy evening anyway. She has said that they usually have a social gathering at their house before Christmas for friends and neighbours and she asked if I’d like to go.

I’m in two minds. It would be fun to go and then disappear with Mary and ‘make out’ as the Americans say while everyone was there but on the other hand I’m not sure what reception I’d get from Simon and I wouldn’t want to create a scene. Thoughts?

So instead of Mary, I phoned Carol to see if I could pop round. I fancied doing a few interesting photographs. I thought you might like them to keep you warm and fuzzy over the Christmas break!

I was up for anything. I’d been abstemious for four whole days. Not deliberately, just due to circumstances, and I was raring to go when I arrived.

And so was Carol! I had been in touch on and off, but not had a chance to catch up properly. She and Charles are now properly back in the ‘scene’ and have had some incredibly horny evenings.

So the talk of their orgies — no other word to describe them — and a glass of wine left me more than eager to make a fool of myself in front of Charles and his camera.

I’d taken along a variety of clothes. Carol had asked if I wanted to do anything festive but I said no. I’m not a great fan of dressing up as Santa. Do you want to see me with a long white beard? But I did take along one ‘dressing up’ outfit which was fun.

It’s still a surprise to me how far I’ve come since starting this. How relaxed I feel showing everything compared to when I first revealed anything and was embarrassed even showing a bit of stocking top. Charles was at his enthusiastic best and once we got down to the ‘serious’ poses was more than happy to do some close-ups.

It was good for me having a man that close. Fingering myself. Cunt and arse. Him inches away. Intent on watching what I was doing. I could see he was enjoying it.

I hadn’t planned on doing anything sexy with them but things rarely go according to plan! I suggested he might like to undress a bit. Get his cock out. “Might make me feel hornier,” I said.

“Hun, that’s difficult to imagine,” commented Carol who was sitting watching. She could have been watching East Enders for all the sexiness she was displaying but I knew her. She’d be simmering underneath. I’d help her out later.

Her comment was accurate though. Charles had just taken some pics of me with bum in the air and my finger rammed up my arse! I couldn’t not notice he was hard. Given he’s hardly John’s age and was not wearing skin tight trousers the bulge was more than noticeable. I needed to see it. It wouldn’t make me any hornier with regard to doing things to myself but It would make the sane part of my brain, the part that keeps telling me all men are not raving masochistic bullies, the part that keeps making me wet in bed when I think about some of the cocks and comments I’ve had from good descent men over the last few months, have the ascendancy.

I doubt that’s why Charles did it. Much more likely he needed to relieve the pressure. Save himself from coming in his trousers, although given what I knew about him I doubted that would happen. Unless he wanted it to. He was the opposite end of the spectrum to poor John but then John had time on his side (and hopefully a sympathetic teacher!)

So now there I was doing all sorts of delicious things to myself with Charles's rampant cock at maximum solidity inches away. It was something I could focus on. Drool over. Imagine entering me. Without the fear of knowing it might happen without my permission.

We moved on from me fingering my holes. Carol produced a fur jacket. Fake I think but it did feel gorgeous. “Here Hun. Let’s go all tarty. Fishnets! That will get his lordship going!”

‘His Lordship didn’t look as though he needed any help to get going!

I ended up dressed as she suggested. Her comment triggered Charles’s cock twitching involuntarily!

Carol then suggested I should be totally wanton and do some video for you. I have said before I don’t enjoy doing it when we are having fun. I feel it changes the dynamics, makes one think of doing things for the camera rather than for the people involved. Anyway, this was different. I was here for you all, not me (Yeah, right.) She suggested some close-ups of me playing with myself. Charles didn’t object! I decided to give it a try. I put on a pair of sheer knickers and started feeling myself through them. It was horny. Charles’s camera was inches away. His concentration was on the camera's screen, but his eyes betrayed where his thoughts were. That in turn made me wetter. Made me make my knickers wet and sticky. Carol was still sitting to one side watching.

I won’t describe what I did in any more detail. It might spoil it for you. Make you think it’s sexier than it is. I’ll let you judge. All I will say is it’s several minutes long and I did enjoy doing it. As is evident.

It moved me to a need to have contact with another body. I hadn’t planned to. But needs must and by that stage my needs were desperate.

I’d been on the floor for the video and thought I’d take a break to let my body simmer down. Carol had other ideas. I glanced over at her. She didn’t say anything. She simply parted her knees. Left her ankles together. Showed me she wasn’t wearing knickers. Then she spoke. “Time to pay the staff!”

I got on hands and knees padded over to her and pushed my head up her skirt. My, she was wet!

My tongue was greeted with a ready pussy. I began lapping. I brought a finger in to play. Rubbing her clit first then sinking it into her cunt.

Suddenly her legs were raised over my shoulders. Charles had joined in. He held her legs high exposing her arse. “Back door Trace,” he said. Almost an order. No definitely an order. One I willingly obeyed. My tongue went round the rim. My fingers-now plural- carried on at the front door. Carol moaned. I leaked. I felt Charles’s body behind me. I was still on all fours. He lowered himself to sit on my back. Low down over my bum. A true gentleman he took most of his weight himself. I felt his cock. The tip halfway up my back. Touching my spine. He was making it jerk. Tapping my body with it. Morse code. Tap, tap, rest. Tap, tap, tap. It was erotic in the extreme. Carol reacted to it too. More juice pouring out. Gushing out of her cunt. Running down to my tongue which was still enjoying her bum. I lapped at it like a cat over her hole as the juice arrived.

I felt Charles take himself in hand. I sensed more than felt him start to urgently wank himself. Was he going to invade me? Did I object? The fact I did nothing to stop the possibility spoke volumes. Positive volumes.

He didn’t though. As I was coming to terms with the idea I felt his hot sticky cum splash down my back. His eruption went on. And on. I felt each one. Each splash. Each globule. I urgently licked up Carol’s juices. I felt on fire. I bit her. Her bum. She squealed. My fingers increased their penetration. I moved my head back. Fingers now in her arse too. Both penetrating. As deep as I could. Pistons. An express train. Violating her. Then I was being violated. Charles's tongue was touching me. My back. He was licking up his own cum. Carol orgasmed. Her hips bucked. Charles finished cleaning my back. He went to his wife. Head above hers. Opened his mouth. Cum drooled from him to her. Into her open mouth. She didn’t swallow. She eased herself out of the chair. Her head now above mine. Opened her mouth. Cum drooled from her to me. Into my open mouth. I did swallow. Charles’s head joined Carols. He grabbed my chin. Opened my mouth. They both spat into it! Copious quantities. God almighty. Disgusting. Revolting. I felt degraded. Sublimely degraded. I would explode if no one released the safety valve.

Carol pushed me onto my back on the floor. Her head went between my legs. Charles grabbed my ankles. Raised my legs. She returned the attention I’d given her pussy and arse. I came as she had. The safety valve released. She drank as I had. So much liquid. I wondered if I would ever stop gushing. Stop fitting. Stop the convulsions coursing through my body. I did eventually. Complete. Replete. Satisfied. All three of us.

Wow.