Through The Back Door (A Former Cum-Dump Visits) free porn video
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Amanda spent her late thirties as my local cum-dump, a position she’d been almost designed to for. She had long curly dirty blonde hair for pulling hard on while being fucked from behind; a big curvy arse that could take a pounding; a preference for anal; and an inability to get pregnant. She was also the most submissive woman I’d ever met and loved every minute of being used hard.
I met her through work as my marriage was falling apart so when I split from my wife I moved right near her. She was utterly selfless and never made any demands on me. She simply gave me her spare key and said I could let myself in absolutely any time I needed to “let off steam.” I was on her back almost daily for the whole time I lived there.
After moving away from her, I kept a vague eye on what she was doing through social media. We were by then two hours apart which made meetings unlikely. I was also seeing a few other women on rotation. Five years went by and then she began a house-sitting service which saw her check in over town. I knew it was only a matter of time until she would be staying close by. Then one day I saw she was planning to stay for five days just a few miles from me. I decided to make contact again. To see how interested she’d be in reactivating our previous arrangement. As before, we communicated entirely by text-message:
“I see next week you’re staying quite close by.”
The phone revealed the five years since our previous message but this wasn’t referred to.
“Am I really?” She immediately replied. “I knew you were living down that way but didn’t realise it was so close.”
“Yes. Just two stops on the train.”
“I see. How are you?”
“I could use some fuckmeat.”
I didn’t hesitate in coming straight out with it. I knew she was living with a boyfriend but wasn’t entirely sure how serious it was given that she was at other houses half the week. She replied playfully. “Are you taking applications?”
“I am. Would you like to apply?”
“I think I could bring something to the role.”
“Like your arse, for example. Is it still big?”
“Definitely bigger than last time you saw it.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Are you prepared to be completely used again?”
“Do you know, I think I am.”
“Excellent. Come Monday at 7pm.”
“What’s your address?”
“You don’t need it. I’ve sent you a detailed map showing how to gain access to my back door through the back alley. It’s a shortcut from the station.”
“What’s the plan?”
“You are going to visit me for the express purpose of being used as a cum dump.”
“Well that sounds very exciting.”
“Two things which are very important: firstly, you are not to speak a word throughout this meeting. Though noises such as screaming into the pillow are permitted. Secondly, at no point will I see your face. Remember the Anonymous Whore game we used to play? This will be purely that. You hooded. Me making use of your holes.”
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Your shaved cunt.”
“Noted. Do I need to wear anything specific?”
“A skirt. I don’t want to waste time undressing you. Fishnet stockings certainly. Also a top that allows me to easily m***** your tits.”
“I have just the outfit.”
“You’ll enter the back door at 7pm precisely. You will remove your underwear. You will go up the stairs. Straight in front of you is the main bedroom. This will be dimly lit and prepared with the hood and a bottle of lube.”
“Where will you be?”
“I’ll be waiting in the second bedroom. First, you will apply the lube to your anus. You will then put the hood on, lie back on the bed and wait.”
“Understood.”
“I will enter the room at 7:05 precisely. Once I begin, you can expect total domination. My cock will be angrily erect. The sex will be rough, relentless and degrading. Probably even more than before. I will be verbally abusive. I will make use of your cunt then flip you over and ram your arsehole. Both bareback. You will feel my heavy balls banging hard against the fat cheeks of your bottom. You will soon feel my cock spurt deep inside you, uncovered and at maximum depth.”
“Oh my god. I can’t wait for that…”
“You filthy cunt! Once you’ve been thoroughly sodomised, and I’ve spat my lot deep in your bowels, you will leave immediately. I want you off the premises as soon as possible. You will not look back. Just exit the way you came. You must not speak a word at any point. If all has gone to plan, you will feel thoroughly used and utterly humiliated.”
“I am very much looking forward to feeling that again. Am I permitted to send you a message afterwards?”
“Once you are back at your friend’s house. On the way back there you must think about what has just happened. Textual communication is the only permitted medium though won’t be necessary until after the event. Perform correctly and this could even become a regular experience. Now this has all been arranged, I don’t want to hear from you again until Monday night. I’ll see you Monday at 7. You will be prompt.”
“Yes Sir.”
And there it was. Successfully arranged. It was quite an upgrade from her previous use as a cum-dump where I’d always visited her house and never let her see mine. It was far more submissive to make the sub go to the effort of travelling. The fact my new home was a house she’d never been to in an area she’d never visited certainly ramped up the danger and excitement. And getting her to enter via the back alley certainly added an extra edge to proceedings.
Monday evening came. I prepared the room with the lube and hood laid out. The hood was a simple draw-string cloth bag. At this stage I never went in for professional BDSM equipment. I much preferred to improvise with what I stumbled upon. In this case I’d been given the bag in an art shop and immediately saw its potential.
As I knew the exact time her train got in I could pinpoint the moment she’d pass the house. The alleyway wasn’t a shortcut at all but a useful way to ensure she never knew my address. It also doubled as a way of making her go past the house so I could get a good look at her prior to arrival.
I took up my position to covertly observe her. Bang on cue, I saw her walking down the street. She looked slightly older but her hair was bigger. She’d matured. Her top, skirt and stockings were all black: the perfect colour for this experience of living out her darkest desires. The sight of her made me very erect and I ogled her until she disappeared out of sight down the alleyway.
I stripped naked and waited in the second bedroom. The house was deadly quiet. At 7pm precisely, I heard her open the back door. I heard her put down her handbag and remove her underwear. Then I heard her come slowly up the stairs and go into the main bedroom. The house was so silent I could hear her applying the lube. Then put on the hood. Then silence again. I let her lie like that for a few minutes which must’ve seemed like an eternity to someone unable to see while waiting in a dark and unfamiliar room.
I entered the room at 7:05 precisely. She lay there completely still. She startled slightly as she felt my gloved hands on her. The gloves were important as I didn’t want her to feel direct human contact until my tongue made contact with her cunt. I pulled up her top to expose her braless tits. I then hitched up her skirt so I could see her cunt.
She lay there looking perfect. Hooded. My tongue made contact with her labia. As instructed, it was freshly shaved. I’d always enjoyed eating her pussy which was fantastically tight. But eating her was imperative if she was to accomodate my long thick cock eight inches.
She must’ve recognised my technique as she was making the noises I recognised while trying not to speak any actual words. Once I felt her orgasm, I moved straight up the bed and slid my cock straight into her cunt. It was incredibly tight and I started to fuck her like the annonymous faceless whore she was. I pounded her so her tits jiggled. Once she orgasmed around my shaft I pulled out and pushed her over onto her front.
She wasn’t joking about her arse looking bigger than when I last fucked it.
“Fucking hell, Amanda, your arse looks fucking huge!” She giggled with the relief of hearing my voice. She then let out a short scream when I gave it a hard smack. “I need to get in there.” I mounted her and pushed my fully erect cock hard against her anus. It soon gave way. She’d used the correct amount of lube and was unbearably tight. I pushed my cock further in until she had my heavy balls against her fat cheeks. She howled in pain and delight at the depth of penetration.
I started to fuck her hard. I was still steadying myself on the bed but moved my hands on to her shoulder-blades so I could use my full weight to hold her down. She lay there limp, her hands by her sides, but I could hear a constant stream of groaning sounds. After a few minutes, she orgasmed with my cock deep in her rectum.
“You dirty bitch! Cumming with my cock up your arse!”
Amanda loved being called names while being fucked. Though a man will often give warning when he’s about to cum, our previous arrangement had relied on name-calling for her to know when I was about to shoot my load. This began as stream-of-consciousness insults but would settle on a top three of the most derogatory terms which would get more offensive as her orgasms increased in intensity.
I rammed my cock harder into her.
“I can’t believe you’ve come here just to be used as fuckmeat.”
“You dirty fucking bitch!”
“You filthy fuckpig!”
“You worthless, fat-arsed cunt!”
That sent us both over the edge. I jammed my cock deep in her deep as I unloaded. My cock spurted long thick jets of cum deep inside her as she screamed into the pillow.
As my cock softened and slipped out of her arsehole, I leaned forward and commanded loudly in her ear. “Get out.” I rolled off her and she immediately rose from the bed, removed the hood and left the room. I heard her jog down the stairs, replace her underwear, collect her bag and close the back door.
I woke an hour later to a message on my phone.
“Thank you. That was utterly humiliating.”
“How are you feeling at the moment?”
“Completely used. Cum is still leaking out of me.”
“Good. Come tomorrow for more of the same treatment.”
“Can I? I would love that.”
She was nearby for the rest of the week and, as per my instruction, made the effort to return each evening at the same time for the same treatment. Her performance was outstanding and she promised to visit again whenever she was in the area.
Amanda spent her late thirties as my local cum-dump, a position she’d been almost designed to for. She had long curly dirty blonde hair for pulling hard on while being fucked from behind; a big curvy arse that could take a pounding; a preference for anal; and an inability to get pregnant. She was also the most submissive woman I’d ever met and loved every minute of being used hard.
I met her through work as my marriage was falling apart so when I split from my wife I moved right near her. She was utterly selfless and never made any demands on me. She simply gave me her spare key and said I could let myself in absolutely any time I needed to “let off steam.” I was on her back almost daily for the whole time I lived there.
After moving away from her, I kept a vague eye on what she was doing through social media. We were by then two hours apart which made meetings unlikely. I was also seeing a few other women on rotation. Five years went by and then she began a house-sitting service which saw her check in over town. I knew it was only a matter of time until she would be staying close by. Then one day I saw she was planning to stay for five days just a few miles from me. I decided to make contact again. To see how interested she’d be in reactivating our previous arrangement. As before, we communicated entirely by text-message:
“I see next week you’re staying quite close by.”
The phone revealed the five years since our previous message but this wasn’t referred to.
“Am I really?” She immediately replied. “I knew you were living down that way but didn’t realise it was so close.”
“Yes. Just two stops on the train.”
“I see. How are you?”
“I could use some fuckmeat.”
I didn’t hesitate in coming straight out with it. I knew she was living with a boyfriend but wasn’t entirely sure how serious it was given that she was at other houses half the week. She replied playfully. “Are you taking applications?”
“I am. Would you like to apply?”
“I think I could bring something to the role.”
“Like your arse, for example. Is it still big?”
“Definitely bigger than last time you saw it.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Are you prepared to be completely used again?”
“Do you know, I think I am.”
“Excellent. Come Monday at 7pm.”
“What’s your address?”
“You don’t need it. I’ve sent you a detailed map showing how to gain access to my back door through the back alley. It’s a shortcut from the station.”
“What’s the plan?”
“You are going to visit me for the express purpose of being used as a cum dump.”
“Well that sounds very exciting.”
“Two things which are very important: firstly, you are not to speak a word throughout this meeting. Though noises such as screaming into the pillow are permitted. Secondly, at no point will I see your face. Remember the Anonymous Whore game we used to play? This will be purely that. You hooded. Me making use of your holes.”
“Do I need to bring anything?”
“Your shaved cunt.”
“Noted. Do I need to wear anything specific?”
“A skirt. I don’t want to waste time undressing you. Fishnet stockings certainly. Also a top that allows me to easily m***** your tits.”
“I have just the outfit.”
“You’ll enter the back door at 7pm precisely. You will remove your underwear. You will go up the stairs. Straight in front of you is the main bedroom. This will be dimly lit and prepared with the hood and a bottle of lube.”
“Where will you be?”
“I’ll be waiting in the second bedroom. First, you will apply the lube to your anus. You will then put the hood on, lie back on the bed and wait.”
“Understood.”
“I will enter the room at 7:05 precisely. Once I begin, you can expect total domination. My cock will be angrily erect. The sex will be rough, relentless and degrading. Probably even more than before. I will be verbally abusive. I will make use of your cunt then flip you over and ram your arsehole. Both bareback. You will feel my heavy balls banging hard against the fat cheeks of your bottom. You will soon feel my cock spurt deep inside you, uncovered and at maximum depth.”
“Oh my god. I can’t wait for that…”
“You filthy cunt! Once you’ve been thoroughly sodomised, and I’ve spat my lot deep in your bowels, you will leave immediately. I want you off the premises as soon as possible. You will not look back. Just exit the way you came. You must not speak a word at any point. If all has gone to plan, you will feel thoroughly used and utterly humiliated.”
“I am very much looking forward to feeling that again. Am I permitted to send you a message afterwards?”
“Once you are back at your friend’s house. On the way back there you must think about what has just happened. Textual communication is the only permitted medium though won’t be necessary until after the event. Perform correctly and this could even become a regular experience. Now this has all been arranged, I don’t want to hear from you again until Monday night. I’ll see you Monday at 7. You will be prompt.”
“Yes Sir.”
And there it was. Successfully arranged. It was quite an upgrade from her previous use as a cum-dump where I’d always visited her house and never let her see mine. It was far more submissive to make the sub go to the effort of travelling. The fact my new home was a house she’d never been to in an area she’d never visited certainly ramped up the danger and excitement. And getting her to enter via the back alley certainly added an extra edge to proceedings.
Monday evening came. I prepared the room with the lube and hood laid out. The hood was a simple draw-string cloth bag. At this stage I never went in for professional BDSM equipment. I much preferred to improvise with what I stumbled upon. In this case I’d been given the bag in an art shop and immediately saw its potential.
As I knew the exact time her train got in I could pinpoint the moment she’d pass the house. The alleyway wasn’t a shortcut at all but a useful way to ensure she never knew my address. It also doubled as a way of making her go past the house so I could get a good look at her prior to arrival.
I took up my position to covertly observe her. Bang on cue, I saw her walking down the street. She looked slightly older but her hair was bigger. She’d matured. Her top, skirt and stockings were all black: the perfect colour for this experience of living out her darkest desires. The sight of her made me very erect and I ogled her until she disappeared out of sight down the alleyway.
I stripped naked and waited in the second bedroom. The house was deadly quiet. At 7pm precisely, I heard her open the back door. I heard her put down her handbag and remove her underwear. Then I heard her come slowly up the stairs and go into the main bedroom. The house was so silent I could hear her applying the lube. Then put on the hood. Then silence again. I let her lie like that for a few minutes which must’ve seemed like an eternity to someone unable to see while waiting in a dark and unfamiliar room.
I entered the room at 7:05 precisely. She lay there completely still. She startled slightly as she felt my gloved hands on her. The gloves were important as I didn’t want her to feel direct human contact until my tongue made contact with her cunt. I pulled up her top to expose her braless tits. I then hitched up her skirt so I could see her cunt.
She lay there looking perfect. Hooded. My tongue made contact with her labia. As instructed, it was freshly shaved. I’d always enjoyed eating her pussy which was fantastically tight. But eating her was imperative if she was to accomodate my long thick cock eight inches.
She must’ve recognised my technique as she was making the noises I recognised while trying not to speak any actual words. Once I felt her orgasm, I moved straight up the bed and slid my cock straight into her cunt. It was incredibly tight and I started to fuck her like the annonymous faceless whore she was. I pounded her so her tits jiggled. Once she orgasmed around my shaft I pulled out and pushed her over onto her front.
She wasn’t joking about her arse looking bigger than when I last fucked it.
“Fucking hell, Amanda, your arse looks fucking huge!” She giggled with the relief of hearing my voice. She then let out a short scream when I gave it a hard smack. “I need to get in there.” I mounted her and pushed my fully erect cock hard against her anus. It soon gave way. She’d used the correct amount of lube and was unbearably tight. I pushed my cock further in until she had my heavy balls against her fat cheeks. She howled in pain and delight at the depth of penetration.
I started to fuck her hard. I was still steadying myself on the bed but moved my hands on to her shoulder-blades so I could use my full weight to hold her down. She lay there limp, her hands by her sides, but I could hear a constant stream of groaning sounds. After a few minutes, she orgasmed with my cock deep in her rectum.
“You dirty bitch! Cumming with my cock up your arse!”
Amanda loved being called names while being fucked. Though a man will often give warning when he’s about to cum, our previous arrangement had relied on name-calling for her to know when I was about to shoot my load. This began as stream-of-consciousness insults but would settle on a top three of the most derogatory terms which would get more offensive as her orgasms increased in intensity.
I rammed my cock harder into her.
“I can’t believe you’ve come here just to be used as fuckmeat.”
“You dirty fucking bitch!”
“You filthy fuckpig!”
“You worthless, fat-arsed cunt!”
That sent us both over the edge. I jammed my cock deep in her deep as I unloaded. My cock spurted long thick jets of cum deep inside her as she screamed into the pillow.
As my cock softened and slipped out of her arsehole, I leaned forward and commanded loudly in her ear. “Get out.” I rolled off her and she immediately rose from the bed, removed the hood and left the room. I heard her jog down the stairs, replace her underwear, collect her bag and close the back door.
I woke an hour later to a message on my phone.
“Thank you. That was utterly humiliating.”
“How are you feeling at the moment?”
“Completely used. Cum is still leaking out of me.”
“Good. Come tomorrow for more of the same treatment.”
“Can I? I would love that.”
She was nearby for the rest of the week and, as per my instruction, made the effort to return each evening at the same time for the same treatment. Her performance was outstanding and she promised to visit again whenever she was in the area.
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