I am happy in my relationship with my new girlfriend, Melissa. We see each other often but still, have those moments of freedom or ‘free time’ as we like to call it. The sex is outstanding and she has a voracious appetite for fucking. She is kinky, perverted sometimes, and has proven that anything goes as far as sex is concerned, which is great. I would say we are like-minded in that respect.

Our relationship is fairly new, and recently, I have been staying over at her flat a little longer than I normally do. I would say we are kind of moving in together, slowly. But even though I am staying at hers, I still respect her free time and believe me when I say this, she spends ages in the loo, either with her ablutions, makeup, hairstyling but most of all, showering.

I generally leave her to it, though I share her love of a long hot shower.

The sex is great, and even though we have been seeing each other for over three months, she still insists on me wearing condoms. I don’t mind them as they tend to slow my responses down a little which makes it more pleasurable for Melissa. But I hope there will come a time when the cost will outweigh their use.

This morning we went through four condoms in under two hours. I had just come back from a two-day business trip and we fucked like rabbits. She couldn’t wait to get my kit off as soon as I entered her flat. In fact, she was holding a condom in her hand as she answered the door, naked. I was putty in her hands and started to undress as I followed her to the bedroom. I caught up with her at the edge of the bed sporting a sizeable hard-on from watching her bottom wiggle as she walked.

When she turned to face me her hand reached out and I could feel the condom slip down my hardening shaft; rolling it a couple of times to ensure it was on tight. On the bedside cabinet, I could see a few more packets ready and waiting. I was more than hot for her body and I could tell by her actions that she felt the same.

She fell back on the bed and encouraged me to fuck my cock into her. Not by her actions but her words. There was little foreplay. The first fuck was furious and I let her have the full force of my abstinence; pounding her pussy and not caring as to whether she came or not. It was her words that made me act that way. Normally, I am a considerate lover, but Melissa kept telling me to fuck her until I came. And come I did, very quickly indeed.

I collapsed on top of her and pulled out. The condom was full to bursting and she quickly reached out and stripped it from the end of my cock; carefully placing it in a deep saucer that she always kept on the bedside cabinet.

Fortunately, I recovered quickly, especially when Melissa slipped her mouth over the end of my cock and jerked the shaft at the same time. I pushed her back on the bed and crept eagerly between her thighs. I could see out of the corner of my eye as my mouth came down on her pussy that she was reaching out for another condom. I heard the packet rip open and then I felt her other hand on the back of my head. Her thighs splayed wide and my tongue was eagerly devouring her before sucking on her sensitive little bud. She climaxed to loud moans and groans and violent upward thrusts of her buttocks as she raised them from the bed. Her stomach clenched tightly as she fought to control her orgasmic contractions.

I lifted my head up from between her thighs to watch her. She was engulfed in orgasmic bliss. As soon as she caught me watching her shake and shiver, she sat up on her knees and pushed me back down onto the bed. My cock was hard and within seconds it was covered.

Melissa straddled me and took the whole of my cock into her rippling pussy. The aftershocks of her orgasm still playing out as my cock entered her. She lifted herself up and rode me. My hands came upon her pert little breasts and I pinched a nipple as she rocked her body on top of me.

Melissa climaxed again and I couldn’t hold back the tide as she ruthlessly emptied my balls for a second time.

My two days away had produced two voluminous filled condoms and as soon as I had filled the rubber she was slipping her pussy off it; pulling on my cock until I had finished producing before removing the condom and then placing it with the other one while reaching out for another packet.

Melissa eventually fell on top of me clutching a new condom and we finally kissed each other. She fucked me twice more that morning; the last fuck inside her tight little anus.

When I finished I pulled the rubber off me and dropped it into the saucer and reached for another. She stopped me with a smile and told me that she was fucked and needed a shower and a pee.

I certainly needed the latter and went off for a quick one before she hogged the bathroom. The silence of the empty bathroom caused me to reflect on the morning’s activity and I couldn’t help but marvel at Melissa’s enthusiasm and energy. She certainly brought out the best in me.

I found myself standing and about to flush the toilet when Melissa announced it was her turn. Her hand wandered onto my cock; causing it to respond as she pushed me towards the door.

“Do me a favour, put the coffee on?” She asked while rubbing my shaft to hardness.

I pulled myself free and walked out of the bathroom.

“And if you’re going to wank that stiff cock, make sure you cream in my coffee,” she shouted from the bathroom.

I could hear her giggling as I headed off to the kitchenette. With the coffee brewing, I gave my cock a firm stroke. I didn’t know why it was still stiff especially after four energetic sessions with Melissa but it was full to overflowing with lustful energy.

Normally I would let Melissa have her time in the bathroom, but my head was swimming with all the memories of our earlier coupling and after ten minutes or so I decided to surprise her in the shower. I picked up a condom on my way past the bedside cabinet, tore a strip from the edge and slipped it over my cock and was about to push the bathroom door open when I heard her murmuring from inside. It made me stop. Even my breathing stopped. I heard the noise again and considered that she must be masturbating.

I became excited and aroused even further and instead of barging in, I decided to spy on her. I pushed the door open slightly so as to provide a better view of her and hopefully prevent detection.

Melissa was sitting on the toilet seat, legs wide and fingers easing her petals apart. She looked to her left and I noticed that every time she did it, she moaned louder. I watched Melissa pick up a vibrator with a suction pad on the end and attach it firmly to the toilet seat in front of her; it was waiting in line for its turn on her voluptuous body; as was I.

I watched her actions avidly. I wanted to watch her impale the pink brute on the seat and bring herself off on it, but for now, I had to be content with her fingers probing her pussy and stroking her clit. I even started stroking my cock in anticipation of what was to come. It felt odd, masturbating with a condom on.

“Oh, fuck! I need this so much.”

Her whispers were just audible.

“It’s been too long, far too long.”

I was wondering what she meant and was eager to open the door wider but I dared not. I was risking poking my head around the frame already. Thoughts raged through me, why did she need to masturbate after the sex we had just had?

“That looks so fucking nice.”

Again she was looking to her left and then her left hand reached out while her right busied itself in her pussy.

I stroked my cock and watched the events unfold. My mouth dropped open and I very nearly announced my attendance with a loud gasp.

“You look so fucking nice. You beautiful little fucker.”

I watched Melissa as she dangled one of the used condoms in front of her. Holding it up and swaying it from left to right. She stopped its motion with the tip of her tongue and let the white gooey liquid wobble on it.

I grasped my cock once more and started to pump it slowly; the condom felt sticky and I could have done with some lubrication. I spat on my hand and continued stroking my cock. I realised that it was the same make of condom that Melissa was flicking with her tongue, except this one was empty.

I watched as Melissa moaned into the rubber and flicked it repeatedly before sucking it into her mouth. Two fingers of her other hand were inside her pussy and I could see them appear and disappear at regular intervals as she rocked her body on the toilet seat; in time with the appearing and disappearing spunk filled condom from her mouth.

“I love you. You gorgeous piece of spunk filled rubber.”

Melissa then slipped the open end into her mouth and raised the condom. I could see my spunk slowly slide towards her lips. Her other hand came up on the side of the condom and she pinched it between her finger and thumb; forcing my spunk into her mouth. As soon as she had emptied it, she busied her hand on her pussy and she immediately reached for another one.

“I’m such a dirty little slut for doing this. But, I love it.”

I remember quivering with excitement as I stroked my cock to her barely audible words. I nearly came watching her swallow but I held myself in check. For a high-class lawyer, she had just demonstrated how depraved she could be.

The next condom had slightly more spunk in it. I immediately realised there must be a pecking order and that she was saving the fullest until last. The next condom followed suit, except this time there was less time between her playing with it on the tip of her tongue and swallowing its contents.

I was on the verge of climaxing just by watching her. The third condom appeared and Melissa looked on it like it was manna from heaven. She lifted herself off the seat, moved forward a few inches and sank down on the vibrator leaving both her hands-free to play with the condom. She switched the vibrator on and started to rock her body on it.

Her moans filled the room, her body swayed from side to side, her eyes were shut tight and with both hands holding the open end tight, she plopped the spunk laden condom into her mouth; sucking on it and swilling it in her mouth. I watched as the condom stretched. She must have actually swallowed it while holding tightly onto the end.

Melissa was definitely in a heightened state of eroticism as I stood and watched her.  She was in a world of her own; a depraved sexual world that emanated from the depths of her own mind.

I could feel myself get close and I had to stop stroking my cock. My body was almost doubled over as I tried to control my urges. I wanted to come at the same time as her; join her in her ritual.

Melissa finally raised the condom high above her, turned it around and stroked it between her finger and thumb.

I watched my spunk fall as a single globule onto her tongue and into her mouth. A second squeeze of the condom released more which hit the side of her lips and skittered down across her cheek. Melissa started panting and moaning as she played with the spunk in her mouth. She was fucking the vibrator with rapid movements of her backside as she kept it firmly inside her.

My hand was once more on my cock and I was stroking it with some urgency. I realised the vision before me was unbelievably erotic and I wanted to be part of it.

“This is so fucking beautiful. One more to go.”

Melissa reached out for the last condom from the saucer to her left. It was the fullest and as she played with it between her fingers she was actively fucking the vibrator. Melissa’s head rolled from side to side as she placed the squidgy condom on her left nipple and shook it. She then lowered it to her groin and splapped it onto her pussy before lifting it back to gaze upon it.

I couldn’t believe how erotic the scene made me feel and I realised that she must have done this more than once in the past; more than once during the time we had been together and God knows how many times before that. It was such a private moment that shouldn’t have been shared. But, here I was, unable to take my eyes off her, unable to share in her excitement except from the confines of the narrow slit that the bathroom door allowed me.

Melissa finally started to embrace her climax. I could see her body flex and jerk on the vibrator and I could see her tense stomach muscles as she was about to let her orgasm run free. The condom made it to her mouth and she once more sucked it inside, swished it around and then turned it upside down.

Melissa’s climax was timed to perfection. The coalescing and viscous spunk splashed into her mouth as she cried out. She scooped all the spunk into her mouth during the time her orgasmic waves flowed through her. This time, she stuck her tongue into the condom and licked the remaining fluid from the insides.

All this visual imagery caused my cock to be full to bursting and bursting it was.

Melissa was rolling her tongue inside the condom when I pushed the door open.

“Stay right there,” I told her.

Melissa’s head snapped in my direction and her eyes opened wide. She looked embarrassed with the vibrator inside her cunt, buzzing away like buggery and my used condom between her fingers at face level with her tongue inside it. She had been well and truly caught out but I didn’t care.

“You have one more left,” I told her; walking towards her stroking my cock and pushing myself to my own climax.

Melissa’s eyes dropped to where my hand was and she could see the condom covering my cock and my hand working it with rapid strokes.

I knew that this was going to be the biggest unload of all time. I could feel it. I was so horny that I just knew she would be proud of me.

As I walked forward I masturbated.

“I’m coming, Mel,” I told her

“Come for me, baby. Come for me,” she said, dropping the now empty container on the bathroom floor.

I could see tears appear from her eyes as she whimpered; her bottom working another orgasm. A finger slipped to her clit and she started to stroke it as I managed a loud grunt and filled the condom in front of her eyes. The white milky fluid burst into the end, quickly followed by a gush of white goo that any man would be proud of. The condom bulged and I milked every ounce of sperm until it was full to bursting.

In the history of condoms, I can honestly say I had never seen one so full.

I carefully stripped the condom off my cock and held it up in front of Melissa. The way she looked at it was sublime.

“I’m cumming, feed it to me,” she told me.

I was certainly going to feed it to her. I gathered her hair together in one hand and pulled her head backwards, jerking her neck and mouth upwards. With my other hand, I tipped the condom while holding the ring tight so that nothing would leak. I held it above her, on the tip of her tongue and waited until she was ready to climax; the tip of my cock nestling between the flesh of her smooth breasts.

“That’s it, I’m coming,” she nodded.

With the rapid nodding of her head, I let go of her hair and head and with both hands emptied the condom; allowing my spunk to flow into her mouth and over her chin.

My hand was back on my cock the moment I saw it slide inside her mouth and the moment her climax shook her to the core.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Melissa cried out; swirling my spunk in her mouth before swallowing it down.

After the panting and breathlessness took its course, Melissa and I locked eyes; staring at each other for what seemed like ages. She smiled first. I was too busy admiring her efforts as my spunk dribbled down over her nipples.

When I smiled back, it was like the tension had dissipated. I could see the relief on her face and I could see the questioning look.

“How long?” She asked, nodding towards the door.

“Since the first condom.”

Melissa bit her lip and nodded; looking down at the floor in disbelief.

“I only came back so that we could have a quickie in the shower.”

“We still can?”

And indeed we did. Using another condom and having another shared experience.

Later that evening we cuddled in bed. I could sense that something was playing on her mind and I asked her what she was thinking. She told me that she felt odd and that her soul had been revealed now that someone else knew about her dirty little secret.

I couldn’t help but let out a reassuring smile. “I still love you,” I told her, “That hasn’t changed.”

Melissa turned to look at me and let out a rush of words in attempted explanation. “I’ve always done it. I don’t know why I –“

I pushed my finger to her mouth and she stopped apologising for her actions.

“I don’t need to know why. I just need to know when we can do it again?”

Melissa reached over me and grasped a condom packet, ripped it open and pushed the bedclothes to reveal my hard-on. Needless to say, her fetish is now our fetish and one that I’m glad I discovered.