Three times

I really shouldn’t. Not again. That would be the third wank today.

It was the thought of the tail butt plug that started it off.

Being fucked from behind, made to watch my myself in the mirror. Completely naked apart from the tail, unlike him who is fully dressed, just his trousers undone enough to be able to slide his hard cock into my tight cunt. He draws the dark foxy tail up, holding it between us as he fits himself inside me. I watch myself in the mirror, tits rocking back and forth as he drives himself into me.

“Good little bitch” he grunts into my ear as fills me with his jizz.

Then there was the park.

A dress, no knickers, a warm enough day for that but not too warm. The place is surprisingly deserted. He takes my hand leads me from the path into the wooded area. The first of the autumn leaves crunch under our feet. I stumble slightly, my foot catching on a root. He takes advantage. Pushes me to my knees and feeds his already semi hard cock into my mouth. He caresses my face and then weaves his fingers into the depth of my hair. He controls my movements, taking his time, seeming to luxuriate in the feel of my mouth of his dick. Eventually he drags me to me feet, guides me towards to the nearest tree. I brace myself against the rough bark of the trunk as he fucks me hard and deep from behind. Using my cunt to make himself come. We walk home holding hands with his juices running down my thighs.

I don’t know what’s gotten into me lately. Three times in one day. It’s not unheard of but…

I glance down at my phone. The little notification sign by whatsapp shows the number 6. I click. I read. His words my imagination… Wank number three seems inevitable.

Maybe I do know what’s gotten into me lately.