One-night stand
I broke up with my boyfriend not too long ago. It was entirely my decision. Yes, some might say I'm cruel, that I don't think of others, but believe me, I just got fed up! The same remarks, the same complaints, which the person simply didn't react to!
After that day, having rested a bit from the constant duty of looking after or caring for someone, I felt a strange sensation. My body, which had missed sex terribly, ached at the mere thought of a cock or caresses. At first, I solved this problem easily – masturbation.
After browsing through a huge number of porn sites, I found a video that interested me. It featured two Japanese girls surrounded by
a huge number of dildos. As it happened, I had one too; my ex and I used it quite often to spice up the sensations of classic intercourse. I pressed close to the screen, watching every movement of the beautiful ladies. Soft, slender, white hands gently touched the body, tracing its graceful curves. One lover, a bit awkwardly, kissed the other's neck, making her sigh languidly. Slowly but surely, the active girl touched her friend's already wet pussy and carefully inserted one finger inside. Impressed and longing, I did the same to my own body. A hot wave of arousal washed over me, concentrating in my cunt. In the film, the active Japanese girl picked up a rubber cock and gave it to her lover to suck. A pink tongue generously coated the imitation in saliva. Its owner carefully laid the passive girl on her back, spread her legs wider, and just as slowly and tenderly ran the saliva-slicked head along her labia, playfully arousing the girl already craving penetration. I didn't bother with a vibrator, I simply continued to fuck myself unhurriedly with my own hand. On screen, however, everything was happening the opposite way. The active girl increased the pace of the cock's penetration while simultaneously licking her lover's clit, who was squeezing her small breasts. Why did I choose this particular type of porn? sexpornotales.cc Beautiful girls slowly enjoying each other, and also, for some reason, female moans turn me on much more than male "oohs and aahs" or phrases. I never understood why people talk during sex... You should listen to the sighs, squelches, bed creaks, and the funny "smacking" sounds from bodies touching.If I start playing with myself while watching a video, it usually doesn't last long. The girls in the movie continued to caress each other, sometimes faster, sometimes slower, with the man-substitute. I switched off my brain and let my hand do what it thought necessary. It, naturally, sped up in time with the hand on the monitor, and I felt how the virtual moans filling my room and ears intensified the arousal, and a sharp, hot wave of orgasm approached my throat and clitoris unimpeded. Pausing slightly, literally holding back the orgasm for a second, I came with a juicy shudder. My body, as if from an electric shock, twitched a little and went limp. The Japanese girls continued their caresses, but only changed position and phallus. They were now sitting opposite each other with a double-sided dildo, fucking each other mutually. I turned off the adult movie and went to drink tea.
That's roughly how my moments went when my body wanted orgasms: with a video or from erotic stories. Then a funny thought came to my mind: register on a dating site. In principle, if you want sex, you can find a "body" not far from home, quickly fuck, and leave for another "body" without any obligations. I was attractive enough to quickly find a sex partner.
It didn't even take ten minutes before messages started pouring in like a river. But mostly they were either zoomers wanting to see free tits, or quite grown-up uncles, essentially wanting the same. All my virtual suitors were immediately sent to ignore so they wouldn't flood my inbox with messages like "Hey beautiful, show me your pussy; want my cock?" and so on.
After spending about five hours looking at profiles, I realized things were bad and was about to delete my profile. But then someone named "Sebastian" wrote to me. I immediately checked his page: a couple of photos showed that he was, in principle, not a zoomer or an old geezer, moderately attractive, and, essentially, with the same goals as me. Intuition told me to answer his request. And so began our virtual journey.
Since we pursued the same desires, the communication immediately started with sending each other explicit photos. He turned out to be a gentleman and sent me his cock first. I even licked my lips seeing that shaved monster with a slightly curved shaft. It was no less than seventeen centimeters, which was truly pleasing. That's the most normal size for any girl – universal. It was my turn to send an erotic photo. "Sebastian" wanted my breasts, but not just naked, but "with an interesting presentation." Without thinking long, I opened the fridge, smeared the leftover cream on them, and placed a couple of cherries right on the nipples. After sending the spicy, tasty shot, my interlocutor was silent for a long time. I don't know what he was doing there – jerking off or just left – but about twenty minutes later he wrote again, asking for a hotter photo.
By "hotter," I understood only one thing – pussy. Thinking about how to photograph it in an interesting, non-standard way led to the image of a mistress for an anonymous viewer. Putting on stockings and super-transparent panties, I sat on the floor and slipped my hand under the fabric, spreading my labia. The photo turned out really good – kind of visible and invisible at the same time. My interlocutor liked it and he asked the most intriguing question: "Shall we meet?" I firmly agreed, but then a condition came up – first we'd masturbate for each other on camera, and only then meet in reality if he liked everything.
So be it! About ten minutes later we called on Skype. He was sitting in a chair with his torso bare. I couldn't see his face, just as he couldn't see mine. We hadn't come to look at faces, but for virtual masturbation. Greeting each other, he asked me to start first.
Background erotic music added courage to the situation. I touched my breasts, which were still covered in cream but without the cherries since I'd simply eaten them, caught a small amount of the whipped sweetness on my finger, and licked it off sexily. Seeing that my interlocutor had moved a little closer to the monitor, I, showing only the lower part of my face, began greedily sucking the sugary finger. Describing a couple of circles with my tongue, I sucked the middle finger inside, then abruptly removed my hand and froze. My interlocutor clearly didn't expect that from behind my back I'd pull out a real rubber cock and start playing with it. Imagining it was my interlocutor's penis, I performed the same actions as with my finger – dipped it in the cream on my breast and licked the tasty head, smacking my lips loudly and pushing the phallus inside my mouth. From pleasure, I even closed my eyes, but at some point, accidentally opening them a little, I saw that on the monitor "Sebastian" was holding his already erect cock in his hand. It was like in the photo – shaved and slightly curved. My desire to possess this beauty grew even stronger. I decided to move on to more important actions.
Wiping the cream residue from my breasts, I tilted the camera down, giving the virtual lover a chance to see my pussy in panties. Repeating the second photo, I slowly began to tease my clitoris. My interlocutor's hand sped up a little, which made my hand automatically increase its pace too. Racking my brains, I moved on to more serious intentions. I moved the panties aside, exposing my vagina, and slowly, like in that movie with the Japanese girls, ran the saliva-slicked phallus along my labia. The sensation when you're masturbating and someone is actually watching you was incomparable to ordinary masturbation under a film. Being watched turned me on a hundred times more, and I really wanted to come for someone, not just for myself to relieve tension. I plunged the imitation deep inside myself, exhaling sweetly. Orienting myself to the pace of my personal viewer's hand, I copied the movements, and now we were as if one, as if the monitor didn't separate us and we could enjoy each other. I started to get a little breathless, as my breathing had quickened considerably, which meant orgasm should be very soon. "Sebastian" was also close, and we, unspokenly, decided to come together. An unknown thin thread of passion bound us in a tangle of lust, and we, watching the virtual masturbation, came, exhaling hot air from our lungs in relief. My juices, bypassing the obstacle of the vibrator, seeped out and left a puddle on the floor, and the firework of my lover's cum even splattered the screen a little.
And only after that, the unknown guy gave the address for our meeting.
It turned out to be a few houses away from mine. For some reason, I was sure nothing terrible would happen, like kidney theft or slavery. Putting on the shortest skirt and a light blouse, I decided to go without underwear. I was ready to pounce on the anonymous man from the doorstep and fuck the long-desired male cock. A real one, not rubber!
And here I am at the place. Standing at a completely unremarkable door, I knocked a couple of times and waited. Not always do people in photos look the same in real life, but there was still a small chance of success, and I hoped the one opening the door would be the same sultry blond beauty with a Greek profile. I always liked regular facial features, and, as funny as it might be, the Greek profile was the most adequate and attractive to me.
The seconds of waiting to finally see the object of my sexual interest stretched like an eternity. And then the door opened, and standing on the threshold was indeed the one whose request I had accepted a couple of hours ago on the dating site. I was seeing this person for the first time, although I know my area and people quite well. Most likely, the guy had appeared here recently, and I hadn't managed to spot him yet, because if I had, I would have been jumping on his cock long ago.
We knew what this meeting was for, so completely without words, I simply pounced on the stranger and sank into his lips with a passionate kiss. He expected this, so he responded to my impulse. So, in a single kiss, we, like in the movies, rushed through the corridor of his apartment, undressing each other along the way. I was already completely starved for real flesh and, without even reaching a convenient bed, gave a little trip so my lover would fall on the floor. The body capture operation was successful, and without hitting anything, we plopped onto the soft carpet. Tearing myself away from the already thoroughly bitten male lips, I, being on top, lifted the skirt still on me and showed what my sex-man had seen not long ago. For some reason, he wasn't surprised that the girl came without underwear; he was even a little disappointed that I hadn't come completely naked right away. "Sebastian," now in reality, touched my yearning vagina with his hands, and then I was completely gone. The pleasant and long-awaited sensation when other hands caress your body is completely incomparable! A hot wave of arousal surged, burning our flesh. I turned my ass to the guy and boldly sat my pussy on his face, simultaneously swallowing his erect cock. That so-desired, even sweet taste of human skin hadn't pleased me for a very long time, essentially since the breakup with my ex. My lover didn't mind spontaneous oral caresses. We finally saw and tasted our spicy places, which we could only see before. His sharp tongue caressed my vagina, carefully licking every bit, while I didn't let his penis out of my mouth, enjoying the slightly curved shape of the shaft. Feeling with my mouth the slight bulge of skin, that very head of the cock, I savored it like cold ice cream on a hot day. My pussy started getting wet at a crazy speed from this, because with my ear, in complete silence, I heard how somewhere behind me, vaginal juices and the saliva of my virtual lover were mingling into a single squelch.
Having played enough with my mouth, I turned to face the guy again and, with a sly smile, abruptly inserted his penis into me. The violent sensation of the rock-hard cock conquered me so much that I let out something between a scream and a laugh. That was it, I couldn't be stopped. I wanted sex with my whole body, my whole soul, and I honestly didn't care anymore what the unknown guy would think. He gave consent, I came, and I wanted to use him. Picking up speed quite quickly, I, like a madwoman, rode the cock, catching the long-awaited sensations and scratching my lover's skin with my nails. He liked my audacity – it was visible in his slight smile and burning blue eyes. He held me by the ass, not letting me accidentally slip off the penis, sometimes even moving his hips to meet mine, which made him go even deeper. I, having completely lost control, screamed for the whole neighborhood to hear, almost cursing, I wanted those around to hear that I was the one being fucked hard right now and coming from every penetration of the iron cock, which literally pierced me inside, "kissing" the wall of my uterus with the tip of its head. It might have even been a bit painful, but I didn't care. I wanted it, I had it.
The approaching orgasm was so desired and valuable that I was afraid to miss it. Feeling the hot cock inside and seeing my lover's reaction, it was clear we would do simultaneously what we did in front of the monitor. Since I still cared about contraception (you never know what might happen someday), I allowed him to come inside. For some reason, men are very happy about that... And me too.
I pressed tightly against "Sebastian," capturing his lips in an orgasmic kiss. A couple more sharp, deep movements and we froze, surrendering to that very double orgasm we had a couple of hours ago in front of the screens on Skype. I felt a powerful stream of cum filling my pussy, and the guy felt how sharply and softly the vaginal walls clenched. We tore our lips away from each other, exhaled sweetly, and smiled.
— Sebastian" turned out to be Nikolai. As I thought, he had moved here recently and, it turned out, wasn't a jerk. To come to our senses a bit after the wild sex, he even offered to drink tea. Word led to word and... Well, now I have a boyfriend again. We'll see what comes of it, because fate is such a thing – I wanted to find a "body" for the evening, and ended up in a relationship built on mutual attraction.
Say what you will, but sex is the foundation of any mutual understanding, and if things are bad in bed – don't expect a future.