It was the day after we made the film. Starlight came to me. She had something more, more than the film, an idea for another. First she asked me, “Did you enjoy fucking me, fucking me tied to the bed?” “Yes, some how, some how I did.” “I did.” She told me. “Did you like my legs being tied open? Did you like me unable to resist? You shagged me front and rear. I couldn’t stop you.” I was becoming harder with each word she spoke. Starlight was back in her flimsy top and short skirt, but she had stockings on. She handed me handcuffs, and turn her back to me. She placed her hands behind her back and told me to put them on. I hesitated, “Go on.” She told me. I snapped them on, and she turned to face me. “Do you want to see my tits?” she asked. She knew the answer. I always wanted to see her tits. I always wanted to see her everything. Even when I was up another woman, even when she was leaking another mans creamy cum. In fact I loved to see her leaking spunk. It just made me want to fuck her. Just thinking about her naked body made me even harder. There was a slight tinge of guilt; it was Starlight who opened the door to this life. My wife, Sally was always a bit straight laced. It was I who had corrupted her. I like fucking Sally, I like seeing her getting fucked, but Starlight, fucking Starlight, as I said a slight tinge of guilt. “Get my tits out.” She ordered. I started to unbutton her. “No. Rip them out. Rip the top off.” So I pulled at her top. “Really rip at it.” She told me. I took a hold of her blouse, put effort into it and pulled buttons popped off and cloth ripped. Her nipples were firm and swollen. Ripped cloth hung over her breasts. “I have knickers on; they are in your way.” She told me. “Rip them off!” I lifted her short skirt. Her knickers were plain and simple. She never wore them, but today she did. I took hold of them at the front, and placed a hand on her. I pulled sharply. Her knickers came away in my hand. I noticed her skirt had a cut in the waistband. That was next. I grabbed her skirt and pulled. There was a stratifying rip and she stopped herself coming after the skirt. It was in my hand. Starlight stood before me. Her blonde hair free over her shoulders. Her torn blouse hanging, only, partially covering her boobs, brushing her shaven pussy. Her suspender belt holding up stocking, she never wore stocking around the house. Today she did. Her waist marked by me ripping her skirt and knickers off. “Now fuck me. You want me. Fuck me.” She was right, I wanted her. I could feel a damp spot on my underwear. If I fucked her face on, would her hands hurt? I pushed her back against the wall. She stepped back until she could go no further. That first time I fucked her it was against a toilet wall. She had left as I was trying to pull my trousers up. She was not wearing much more than this then. I lifted her left leg. Pulled at my belt and dropped my trousers. I pushed into her. I remembered wanting her so badly that first time. Just pushing my shaft up into her pussy; I did the same again. That first time her arms were around me pulling me to her, held my hand to her tit. This time they were trapped, cuffed behind her back. I kissed her, open mouthed, tongue hunting for tongue. Just like I did that day, I fucked her hard, just for the fuck. Just to feel warm wet cunt encasing my cock. Just to pump hot spunk into her. I felt her warmth growing to hot, I came with her, two hot bodies bursting together. The first time I just went straight back into her. Damming the leaking cum. Pumping it out of her. Filling her with more. That was before I knew what I know now. The joy of fucking, swapping, and fucking another. Seeing her fucked. I knew John was down stairs. I had seen them fuck before. I wanted her again, but that could wait. “Stay here.” I told her. I went to the stairs and called John. On the way I pulled my trousers off. As we went back in Starlight was putting the handcuffs back on. She had taken her suspender belt off. “Now I know why I don’t wear them.” She explained, adding “There fake, the cuffs.” Then to John “Do you want to shag me as well?” She stepped back against the wall, raised a leg. John knew what she wanted. My cum was leaking down her leg as John pulled his robe open and dropped it. He was hard; he pushed himself against her and entered. Starlight was tall, but John not so. Where I had buried myself to the base of my cock, he was reaching to do so. As he hammered his nail into her I undressed. Her stocking began to fall down her legs. They would be covered in cum. Only my own now, but soon John’s as well. He was pumping it out of her. It was running down his shaft, over his balls and down both their legs. His ass twitch with each trust; the twitching became more intense. I knew she was close, but he came first, filling her with another load, more spunk to add to my own, more for me to pump out of her. I was ready, hard, wanting, willing. If only the others had not gone out, is that what Starlight waited for. Did she think John had gone as well, but she was never one to turn down cock. I took a hold of her leg. John stepped back, glad to end the excursion. I held her leg up. Cum oozed from her cunt. A thick flow, a dribble down her gash. I ran two fingers up her cunt collecting a taste for Starlight and me. I licked my finger and put the other to her mouth. My cock went back in. Her cunt had always been loose, ever since that first fuck in the toilet. My wife is older than Starlight. My wife’s cunt had been far less used. That was changing, now she was like Starlight, fucking any man she could get, anytime she could. Sally was becoming, a whore, no not whore. Just a sex mad fucker, perhaps Sally should go up against the wall. I could smell Starlight’s cunt, the spunk. It filled my head. Entering Starlight’s cunt was like entering a warm bath. The first time I felt her cunt against my cock. This time it was loose, so loose. John and I had loosened her. She was wanton; she had loosened herself, and so many cocks before us. …and it was like a bath, full of warm spunk, her own cum and yes another flush, more cunt juice, warm juice running over my balls, between us, sloppy, slidey, slippery. I pulled her blouse over her shoulders and down her arms. Now she was all but naked. My hand wondered far enough to get a hand full of spunk. I ran it over her tits and pulled her body to me. Her tits slipped over me as she came again. Our mouths found one another again. As I came into her again her tongue was down my throat. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She kissed back like a devil. My cock lost its place in her cunt as I moved her to the bed. Her blouse hanging at her arms; I tied them with it. John took her ass; her cunt leaking spunk. I opened her cunt wider with my hand. Warm juice flowed over my hand. I pushed two fingers into her. I felt John’s cock move against my hand. It was Starlight’s flesh, but John’s force. John came quickly in her tight ass. Starlight was not far behind as she came to my hand. Starlight was covered in cum, her tits and legs. Cum drained from her ass and cunt. We left her on the bed. She had to follow us her hands tied behind her back. When she came out to the landing we let her loose. We redid it Starlight was a Police Officer who came to arrest two