Adventures of a Sex Addict: Hamburg Part Two By Mr. E

The next day I wasn’t intending to go to the Sex House. I wasn’t intending to go back to see Anna. She was gorgeous, she was soooo sexy. But there are hundreds of other options for sex on my doorstep in Hamburg.

And if I went back what would I do with her?

It was a wet and rainy day and as usual I had a free afternoon. So I decided I would buy a toy from the sex shop that was constantly open next door to my hotel and have another play with the lovely Anna. I bought a toy, a bullet on a string with a controller to go up my butt and give me pleasant vibrations. The bloke in the shop asked if I wanted it taken out of the wrapper, so I said yes for ease of transport and put it in my pocket. He told me to have fun, and I smiled, intending to. I popped a quick Viagra, not that Anna needed any help making me hard, but I wanted to enjoy myself as much as possible and the stimulant always took a bit of the pressure off.

Round the corner and straight up the stairs to the first floor. I wasn’t particularly worried if Anna wasn’t there, I could always find someone else to give me a hand.

But she was, a few other girls were in her corridor too.

I walked straight up to Anna, she smiled at me and asked if I wanted to go in. I was half way through the door before she’d finished speaking.

I gave her a hundred euros, there was no point messing about.

She asked if I wanted the same as yesterday. I showed her the toy and then realised there were no batteries in it. Damn.

She said she could use her fingers. I nodded, yes please.

I stripped off and lay down beside her. She started by kissing me all over, kissing my neck and chest and working her way down my torso. It was hot and sexy and tender and sweet. It made me like her more.

She slipped a condom over two fingers, and although her hands were pretty small I was a little worried. She dripped oil on her hand and then positioned herself next to my hips. I raised one knee and tilted towards her. Anna positioned her fingers right there, between my buttocks, and then pushed.

My cock stood straight up and she began working it with her other hand. She pressed in deeper into my anus and then pulled my cock hard, working me from both angles. Almost immediately I was gasping and panting for breath, the sensation almost overwhelming.

Watching this sexy young woman kneeling between my thighs, one hand on my cock, the other between my butt cheeks: it was incredible.

She worked me hard, my cock was so close to bursting I was sure my cum would hit the ceiling. But I didn’t. There were so many times I wanted to cum, but stopped myself. I wanted to feel her mouth on me again. She wanked me hard, I was gasping at every stroke. Then she stopped and asked if I wanted her to suck me. Oh yes, oh yes I wanted it so much.

She changed position, kneeling beside me, her head facing away from me, her bum easily reachable. My hand wandered all over her body as she sucked my cock. She went deeper, taking almost all of it into her mouth. She sucked harder and for longer than the day before. I just lay there enjoy it.

Then I asked her to lay next to me, I snuggled into her hot, sexy body. Her curves so soft. And I hugged her tightly as she wanked me. Then I wanked and hugged her tighter. As I came I cried out her name involuntarily. It was only after that I thought about how weird it was, especially as I work with someone called Anna. Who was I thinking about when I closed my eyes and hugged that gorgeous body to me, kissing her chest, and yanking my cock until I came all over myself.

Anna chatted to me again afterwards, but also let me know we’d gone over our time. I was happy to give her another fifty and a tip on top. Every minutes with that girl was like visiting heaven. She made me feel amazing, unlike any woman I’ve been with for a long time.

If only I hadn’t broken my cock (over-used and slightly sore) and had more than an hour on my last day I would have visited again. Good job I wasn’t there for a week, my bank balance wouldn’t have been able to handle it.

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Adventures of a Sex Addict: Hamburg, Part One By Mr E

I was heading back to my hotel, a bit tired from lots of walking. It was about five-ish and I still wasn’t hungry. Wasn’t really in the mood either, but I hadn’t found any erotic massage places nearby when I’d searched earlier and couldn’t be bothered to go back into the centre of town. I saw this Sex House place the first night as I’d walked to my hotel. It was dark, but not late and I thought it wouldn’t be too busy. Stuff gets started pretty late in Hamburg. Also, I walked passed an SM club that looked interesting but that was shut. I’d wanted to check out the brothel, it’s one of those where you go in and walk the corridors, like a big hotel where the girls sit in the doorways in lingerie. There weren’t too many people walking passed (it’s is on the main road!) so I thought I’d take a quick look.

Went up a few stairs to the first corridor, empty, but only three rooms that way.

Up the stairs to the first floor and there’s a bored looking Romanian girl who didn’t even look up from her phone. I went left and further down the corridor there were a load of English blokes chatting to the first girl in the corridor, so I turned around and went to the opposite corridor.

The lights are red and you can’t see too much until you get up close and I saw this blonde girl at the end of the corridor, so I walked all the way down. There was a brunette in front of the blonde and no one behind. The dark haired girl said hello, I said hello back but I hadn’t taken my eyes off the blonde. She asked me something in German. I asked if she spoke English. You want to come inside, she asked. How much I said. 50 euro suck and fuck. I said yes. She went inside her room and I followed her, she closed the door behind her.

Her room was better lit and she was really very pretty, and super hot. I handed her 50. Her name was Anna. She took off her bra. Big natural boobs, tight flat stomach, peachy butt, long legs. Although she was six inches shorter when she took her off heels.

I told her I just wanted her to watch her play with herself and I didn’t want sex. You want blowjob, she asked. It took me a whole minute to think about that, then I said no thanks. She got on the bed and I pulled down my jeans and sat on a chair and watched her. She was sexy as hell. Damn! She asked if I wanted to come closer. If I wanted to touch her. I did, I wanted to touch her a whole lot. I lay on the bed and watched as she pushed a toy inside her and kept licking the finger of her other hand to touch herself. I touched her flat stomach, I could feel her abs. I touched her breasts and she smiled at me. It’s good, she asked. I nodded, words failing me. She was gorgeous.

Anna shifted on the bed and made more room for me. I was half laying back in the bed, jeans around my knees, stroking myself as she played with her toy. One hand on her boobs. We did that for a little while, then changed position and she asked if I wanted her to wank me, so I said yes. She got some oil while I took off my jeans. One hand started working my cock. It’s good, she asked. I nodded and she smiled. I was lying on the bed, she was kneeling down next to me. Her hand working me expertly. Another few minutes and she pressed her other hand against my balls and I gasped with pleasure. She squeezed gently, working away at my cock, the oil all wet and slippery.

She changed arms, changed position, kneeling on all fours next to me. Telling me I could touch her if I wanted. While I watched her my hand slid over her slim body, her skin so smooth, her curves so well proportioned. I wanted to touch all of her, my hands not enough. She changed hands a few times and then she asked if I wanted a blowjob. When I’d gone into the brothel I wasn’t sure what I wanted (things were going fine with my girlf and I was even missing her a bit).

I’d been in there twenty minutes, my time was up. I said yes, I want a blowjob. She asked me to wash my cock, the oil doesn’t work well with condoms. I paid her some more money and we had little chat. Then I took off my fleece and T-shirt. I lay back on the bed, she asked me if it was good and I said yes. She slipped the condom on and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me, her fingers pressing against my balls, I was groaning and gasping and writhing beneath her lips. Then she used more pressure, I could feel her lips hard on my cock. I could feel the shift in tension and it felt incredible.

I could remember the last time I’d had a blow job like that, it was about 15 years ago!

Anna continues to suck hard, my hand explored her body as she knelt on all fours beside me. She kept looking back at me out of the corner of her eye. So sexy.

The enjoyment continued to build and build. I wanted to cum but I didn’t want it to end. She was so hot. She sucked, her lips so hard on my cock.

I came. The condom filled, and Anna gently removed her lips. She gave me a little stroke of affection.

You need to wash up, she asked, but I said no, I would go round the corner back to my hotel. She went to the bathroom as I got dressed. I was still hard, so I kept the condom on but used the kitchen towel she gave me to wrap up my cock in case of spillage. As she was washing her hands and mouth she watched me as I got dressed in her bathroom mirror. I can see you, she said with a smile. We continued to chat for a few minutes. We’d been chatting despite her bad English almost all the time I wasn’t gasping or she had her mouth full. I gave her a tip and told her I might be back tomorrow if I had any energy left. I literally gave her everything in my wallet, which was probably only about 100 euros, so I had to get some more money out. She said I’m welcome anytime. Very sweet girl.

It’s All in the Words By Charles E.J. Moulton

I sat behind that incredible looking chick, flabbergasted. There was no other word I could use to describe her. Those humungous knockers, luscious like juicy watermelons. Enjoying the sight of her astounding boobs not only raised my dick about three feet, she had my heart racing like crazy. Dive into that cleavage, boy, I thought to myself, and vanish. Move into Chrissie’s wet and pouting little vagina forever.

I know, I know, I really was supposed to be concentrating on work. This short conference had a bunch of us together from the theatre that had not done the show before. Chrissie had been assigned to brief us through the moves by the way of a video of last season’s premiere. So I wrote down my notes in the textbook, moves and intensions and so on, but all I could think of was throwing this fucking cockteaser over the desk and ramming my hard penis into her pussy from behind, watching her voluptuous bumcheeks wobble like Jell-O as I thrusted toward a five-gallon-of-sperm-climax.

Even worse, she wore a tight blouse that really showed off her curves in such a delicious way, her bra pressing down upon her voluptuous titties under her striped shirt, pressing so hard into her Victoria’s Secret and so bad into her meaty boobies that I literally saw her rack eagerly hoping to hop out onto my happy prick.

And then the belly free bit, the open skin-space between her black blouse and her beige pants. A little bit of cuddly flesh, revealing enough to leave something to the dirty imagination: the wet dream of ripping off those cute little trousers, showing off two peachy apricotlike buttcheeks, welcoming enough to make me wanna fuck the shit out of her real hard.

That blonde, flowing hair, that friendly smile, those sexy dimples, that happy-go-lucky and very open dickpleaser-personality. All of that made me wonder how many men she had fucked and sucked or how many men – and women, for that matter – had wanted to fuck and lick her lucious little pussylips.

I bet you want dick real bad, you dirty  crumpet, I felt like telling her.

Her ass, oh, how it molded into those pants. Perfection. I really sat there, imagining myself reaching into her flower-decorated panties, fingering her throbbing and dicklusting pussy. As I seriously took notes, trying my best to concentrate on work – damn, boy, work, work, work, damn it – I imagined this slut sitting naked on her desk, spreading her legs, opening her three rows of wavey pussyfolds, showing me the pink inside of her wet cunnilingus, asking me to eat her vagina. In my dreams, she sat on my face and I drank her cunny willingly, drinking litres of clitjuice in the process through a five foot straw. How’s that for a smoothie? Holy cow, she really had me by the balls.

I walked away from work that night absolutely confused. The only damn thing I could think of was how to get into her beige pants. Fucking that hot cockteaser was probably the best thing that could happen to any horny man. I knew, however, that I could not fuck her. Okay, I would have adored to. But a married man does not fuck around, even if I had enjoyed daydreaming of having Chrissie’s pouting little lips surrounding and devouring my squirting cock. That face covered in cum. How wonderful was that? Wow. That’s how wonderful.

Okay, I told myself, take a cold shower, calm down, do some math, buy an algebra book, for God’s sake, do your taxes, anything just to get that cocksucking little whore Chrissie out of your mind.

I noticed that writing a made up story about Chrissie in my smartphone app sort of healed the aching testosterone levels. It felt, inside, like I really had fucked that babe long and hard, perhaps even sticking my schwanz into that teasing bitch’s butthole for a whimper and a squeeze, turning her office desk into Cock Ewing’s Giant Hot Dog Rodeo Ride.

Gee Wiz, I desperately needed a cigarette.

Whew.

There’s a hole lot of fun a red blooded wanker can have without ever being unfaithful.

It’s all in the words.

What did I need now?

Oh. Okay. Maybe a wank.

Or fucking my wife.

Oh, yes. Indeed. My wife.

The world’s best cocksucker.

She really knew how to please a man’s long dick.

So nice and easy coming home.

I feel my dick growing now.

I gotta go and get myself some really hot and wet little pussy.

Adventures Of A Sex Addict: Tributes By Mr E

Based on true events.

For those of you who have never heard of tributes in a sexual deviant/perve context let me explain:

Women/ladies/pornstars/wanna-be pornstars, models, horny girls; post suggestive and damn right erotic photos of themselves on social media: Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, you know the ones. Most of these photos are nudes, some are headshots with bare shoulders, some are full-length body shots. And everything in between. Some cater to fetishes, so there are hands, there are feet photos, there are breast photos, and even close-ups of other lady parts. I think you get my drift.

So, the ladies post the photos. Then they wait.

Then the retweets start to flood in. The comments. And the likes.

Men take these photos, the head-shots, the boobshots, the nudes, the nakeds, the feet, and the knees (don’t ask me!), they print them out and they offer tribute. In the form of sperm, spunk, jism. They cum on the photos and then post photos of them back on social media.

Some of the girls like to have a little competition, posting their naked photos and giving “prizes” to the fastest shooter.

There’s a girl in London I follow on twitter. She seems to spend most of her day having her face spunked on. In real life, not just tribute. She invites men from Tinder to cum all over her face. Normally she likes more than one, so she’s properly covered. Her boyfriend joins in when he’s available, but when he’s not she’s not exactly fussy.

She makes videos. Sells them on manyvids. She does pretty well, judging from the jewellery, the Gucci shoes, the Porsche she drives. Her name’s Mariah, or at least that’s what she calls herself. Originally from Italy, but living in London most of her life, she makes money as an independent pornstar.

She’s one of many such girls I follow on twitter and Insta, along with hundreds of other pornstars, webcam girls, and escorts.

Mariah had a competition the other day. She posted while I was trawling through some porn pics and vids, so I thought I’d give it a go. I was there, looking at the photo on my ipad and printing it off, stroking away at my cock, when someone posted. The photo all spunked over.

I was too slow. My printer was still printing out, dammit.

I contacted her via direct message. Asked her if she’d be interested in meeting up. She told me a price. I thought it was a bit steep. I only wanted to cum on her face, I could get full sex for half that.

Sometimes I wish being a sex addict was cheaper. Actually quite often. I’d already spend two hundred pounds on webcams that month, and three on escorts, and it was only the tenth.

I needed a cheaper option.

There was this girl at work. She was cute, blonde, a bit chubby, but with big boobs. If I didn’t have a girlfriend, or if she didn’t know I had a girlfriend, then I may well have tried to shag her. As it was we were friendly. I knew she’d given a blowjob to one of the contractors, she knew I’d had sex with a woman older than my mum. We’d somehow got to the subject of sex and shared some stories, obviously I had plenty, and we’d bonded.

She was having a hard time at work, so I arranged a meeting and we had a chat. She told me how she felt. I listened and tried to comfort her. Eventually, fifteen minutes in, we started talking about sex. She was having it off with a married Frenchman who told her he didn’t like her having sex with other men. I told her about the tributes.

She was always complaining about how poor she was. I told her I wanted to do “live tributes” if only I could find the right girl. I said I’d pay, may be £50 for the right girl.

I left the seeds to grow.

A couple of weeks later I contacted her again. Told her how horny I was. Said I wasn’t getting any action at home and I needed to have a wank.

She asked me what I was going to do about it. I told her I couldn’t do anything in my open plan office. I asked her if she was busy. I asked if she wanted to earn some money.

She said no, and yes. She said she would meet me.

At lunchtime we rendezvoused. I took her to a meeting room, we locked the door and we sat down with a table between us, staring at each other for a moment.

“I’m not sure about this,” she said.

I pulled out my erection. Then my wallet. I put the money in her hand. She was just staring at my cock in shock.

“I’m going to wank, if you want to take off your top that would be so fucking sexy. I want to cum for you,” I told her, and then starting stroking my dick.

I left my trousers on, my cock pocking out through the zip.

She watched me for a few moments, then pulled off her jacket. She got comfortable on the chair. Then she pulled her top off over her head. She sat there half naked. Her full breasts barely contained by her well-fitted bra.

“Damn you are sexy,” I said to her and started stroking harder and faster. The head of my cock bobbing towards her.

She smiled and licked her lips as she watched me wanking.

I watched her, maintaining eye-contact as much as possible, but checking out her big round breasts. She squeezed them together for me. Then pulled one, then the other, over the top of her bra.

I stroked my cock harder and faster. The energy was building. I could tell this wasn’t going to last long. Being at work, the possibility of being caught, doing something with a friend, someone not my girlfriend, all added to the excitement.

I stepped towards her, my thighs hitting the table.

“So sexy,” I murmured and then groaned as my spunk shot across the table towards her. She looked down at my spunk, made a quick disgusted face and then stepped away.

She put her breasts back in her bra, pulled her top over her head while I wiped up the mess. A pocketful of tissues that I’d brought along coming in very handy.

I gave her a peck on the cheek and said: Same time next week?
She nodded uncertainly.

We flirted every day until we met again. It was three session of my wanking until she finally got completed naked for me. She was self-conscious and it was cute. We were standing there staring at each other. My cock in my hand, her fingers inside her pussy. Mutual masturbation is slightly weird, but fun. Standing there watching someone else cumming for you is still fucking hot though. Orgasms, like yawns, are contagious.

It was the fourth time that she let me touch her. I grabbed her boob and she gasped. The next time I got sticky fingers and licked her nipples.

The sixth time I bent her over the table and we fucked. It was hard and energetic. I pounded into her as fast and hard as I could. She groaned with pleasure as I leaned over her back, my fingers rubbing her clit as my cock sunk deep inside her. I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me while I thrusted. There was no way I could get deep enough inside her. I kissed the back of her neck and she swiped my face away with her fingers. Too much like boyfriend/girlfriend. It just made me thrust harder and faster inside her, trying to batter my way into her womb. One of my fingers hovered near her arsehole, but I didn’t push my luck.

I spunked all over her arse. I didn’t give her any money that time, we decided it was too much like prostitution if I paid her for sex.

Then she got a boyfriend.

She said she couldn’t have sex with me anymore. I asked her why, and she said we shouldn’t be doing it. It wasn’t fair on our partners.

We still did the tribute. Just no touching this time. I gave her fifty pounds again. She even let me cum on her tits every now and then, for old time’

Counter Clockwise By Alex Matthews

I was out getting in my 10-15 miles on my mountain bike and the morning was cool, crisp, a little damp. It reminded me of how I woke that morning, horny and fever-broken from one those dream you deny but can’t dismiss. You’re straight, horny as hell, but straight.

I’ve always gone against the grain, modestly, subtly, and this early morning ride was going to be counterclockwise against the regular flow of traffic. But since it Sunday morning in the Bible-belt I’d be lucky to see some deer and brake for a box turtle. Just pay attention damnit, I tell myself, you need the workout, let go, but keep your head up.

I get a good pace, breathing deep in and out with alternating strokes as Miles, AC/DC, Superchunk and Coltrane shuffle through my ears. Crossing over the abandoned dirt road that I drop in by the “new” old mill cabin and drop down onto the trail that follows the stream up to the dairy barn pasture where I’ll take my break, hydrate, pop a butterscotch candy in my mouth, let the world go by for a few minutes BAM!

I’m over the bars but manage to unclip and roll into the fall. Stand up straight suddenly, shake my eyes clear and hear “What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?!” from the lush green foliage along the inside of the single-track. Males and pissed off. Well so much for that fantasy of meeting a sweaty, fit woman on the ride. Oh shit…

“Sorry dude, all my fault,” I apologize helplessly, meekly, ashamed. I help him up and notice a strong grip in my hand as I help him up to full, lean, posture covered in kudzu and grime. Instinctively I brush dirt of his smooth spandex top of his shoulder, then off his chest, brush a nipple, was that a piercing? From the look in his eyes I’m going to say yes.

“Jesus Christ!” he seethes, “Don’t you know which way to go?”

“Both ways I guess,” and for the first time in my life I have a rap, a pick-up line, that comes to me right then and there at the moment and not five hours later as I stroke my cock. And I deliver it staring into the smirk of a tall, in-shape mountain biker, about my age, ahem late 40’s, alone in the woods, with my hand still on his chest and my shorts getting tighter.

Our bikes aren’t wrecked, my front rim is bent, and the derailleur is wonky, but only his front tire is flat. Otherwise, the bikes are good, but we’re both filthy with sweat, trail muck and a little short of breath. “We should go to the cabin across the bridge, catch our breath, assess the damage,” I suggest, going with the vibe of a morning and day changing radically before my eyes.

“Good idea,” he says and tries brushing the clay off my shoulder, then squeezing it, “How’s your collarbone? If you have broken it yet riding you will.”

“It’s good but first time for everything I guess.”

The walk to the cabin takes some time. Not sure if it’s our “injuries” or just being outside. Turns out we share that appreciation for the outdoors and he apologize for his behavior earlier. “No worries, dude, it was my fault entirely,” and he winces, and I limp along. We have more in common than at first blush. We’re both divorced and horny rather than interested in a relationship. “Fuck buddies is what you mean?” I ask trying to be flirtatious, “Nah, fuck babes,” and winks. I can’t tell if he’s coy or checking me out.

The cabin is open but inside accommodations are sparse, a table, a bench, an empty hearth. It’s a nice aroma, musty, solitary. “No bed,” one of us jokes, the other tests the table, “We could put up here for the night, till the storm blows over…”

We sit side by the side on the table in silence. I doze off and awake to find him asleep on the face down on the bench. I take stock of his body, his taut thighs, the salt and pepper of his beard. “Hey,” I shake him, “You ok?”

He moans lowly, I start to trail his calf with my finger. His eye opens, “My name is Jeff,” he says. “Mike,” I reply, “Nice to meet you. Do you get some rest?” He stands up and stretches.

His sweat tastes clean with a faint, gritty hint of dirt. I run my hands over his ass teasing myself as much as him. He grunts faintly. I moan warmly. I put my finger in the elastic band of his shorts and our crotches push forward to meet.

I’m was unsure of what to do. Some things don’t matter when lust and desire are involved, especially things that once seemed to mean so much like gender and orientation. Desire overrides them. But fear of opening up on a passionate level can stop us dead in our trucks no matter how fast our heart beats or how heavily our cock throbs. I thrust my crotch against his and the texture of the spandex on spandex sends shivers along the lengths of our dicks like two firm branches rubbing together to start a fire. My cock feels two feet long.

I put my hand on his ear, his breath warms my neck, God I want his cock and him! The realization makes my thoughts swirl like I’m being thrown off my bike again.

I always carry a condom – it’s a weird damsel in distress on the bike trail fantasy – but now I starting to think, maybe today, here, now, with him? He sucks my finger and then slides it under his warm moist balls and squats a little as I probe. I turned him around and massage his brown eye and prostate with my knuckle. By the way, yes to the question above. Thankfully.

I move us over to the old wooden table in the center of the cabin. Two curtain-less windows let in the daylight. The sweat glistens on his back. I lick him clean. Then slipping the condom on to my cock I say, “Baby, my cock wants you, do you want my cock?” and he insinuates his tight ass into my rod and purrs “Fuck yes.”

I lay him on his back on the table, hook his legs under my arms and stroke his firm staff while grinding my bulging dick into his taint. I lick the pre-cum off my hands then go to my knees and take him in my mouth. So warm, so thick, his cock’s aroma fills my head as I slobber the length of its shaft. His balls taste sweaty and sweet, ivory soap turns me on, and I struggle to keep him in my mouth and when he says “Oh baaaaaby!” and I raise off him to watch his prick spasm spunk into the half light of the late morning. I grab his legs in my arms and entered.

He’s on fire as his muscles contract to meet my surprising aggressiveness with a teasing dalliance like he was just isn’t going to give it up so easily. I close my eyes and run my nose along his instep and plead, “Please give me that ass, I need it” and he relents. I go balls-deep and stream cum into the condom then collapse, unaware of the world, out of it, never to return to it again.

Dirty Harriet Explores the Internet By Dirty Harriet

I switched on my iMac, pulled my short black skirt up to my waist and sat down at my desk. The 27 inch screen glowed at me, and I quickly opened up the Safari browser and clicked on the link in my list of favourites.

I settled into the seat of my chair, the tops of my warm thighs sticking to the leather. I leaned forward a little, feeling my cheeks spread just enough and then I settled back gently, spread against the cool of the seat leather.

The fingers of my left hand gently stroked against my left thigh. My right hand flickered, controlling the magic mouse, shifting it swiftly across the screen, pulling up my favourite webcam website and logging in with just a few clicks.

I changed the basic view to my personal preference, and then found my saved performers. Almost a hundred photos sprang up, each time I hovered over a photo it turned into a live-view of the performer if they were online.

I scanned them all quickly. Mostly females, a few well-muscled men, half a dozen couples. That was what I was looking for, but none of my favourites were online.

My left hand turned into a claw and grazed my thigh.

I wasn’t in the mood to wait.

I clicked live-cams, changed the setting from girls (who I had been looking at a couple of night ago) to couples. There were about twenty to choose from. Some too old, some too fat. Some just not attractive enough.

I thought about checking out the girls, may be I could see one of them instead.

I checked my saved performers, but there wasn’t anyone there who would do it for me.

I could try downloading some porn, but I checked the time. It was late. My need was now.

My left hand continued to stroke, my right hand eagerly searching for someone to help get me off.

Then the notification popped up.

Bisexcouple1 had come online. They were one of my favourites. I couldn’t help but grin.

I clicked on the notification and it took me to their free live preview.

My left hand was working its way up inside my left thigh. I could feel the heat there buried between my legs, I could feel the ache. I tensed my thighs together, squirming in the seat.

I typed out hi, hru? (how are you).

They responded enthusiastically, I was a regular and they remembered me.

I’m wanting some nasty action, you guys ready for prvt (private), I typed.

For you always, they typed back.

I clicked on the button that said “private show” and the screen blinked and we were suddenly together. Just the two of them and me. No one else to annoy either of us or to interrupt.

She had long black hair almost to her slim waist. She wore a virtually see-through skin-tight body-suit, showing off her ample breasts and long slender legs. She had a pretty face and dark gorgeous eyes. He was slim, a little older than her at 26. Short hair and a big cock and loads of energy.

We wave at each other as my webcam clicks on, now they can see me and I can see them.

She blows me a kiss, then he disappears off-screen to work himself to hardness while she seductively removes the bodysuit. Her body makes me want to touch her, her alabaster skin looks so soft and clean. I want to lick her. To kiss her. To touch her and feel her body against mine.

My fingers press against the lips of my vagina as she undresses.

Then he is there. I can’t remember either of their names. If I wasn’t so horny I could talk to them and get to know them a little better. I know they are married and live somewhere in Romania, that’s as much as I remember. What I care about is that they are sexy as hell.

What you want us to do for you today darling, they ask me. It’s almost always her typing. I think her English is better, but both of them understand all of my instructions.

Just the usual I say, suck his cock as deep as you can for me. Then I want you to fuck doggy style and I want to see that pretty face up close and I want him to fuck you as hard as he can. And then I want to see him cum over that pretty face for me.

I put a smiley face after my instructions.

She looks at me and winks, and her husband has come back onscreen, his cock big and hard and pointing up at her face. She grabs it and takes it into her mouth. She devours it. She sucking the end of it, nibbling it, kissing it, licking it. Then she takes it deep into her mouth. All the way. She gags and releases it. Then takes it deep again. They know exactly what I like.

She continues with the deepthroat. Taking him as deep as she can, until she can’t take any more. She gasps and his massive cock pops out. Her breasts heaving as she wrestles to breath. My fingers feel the trickle of wetness between my thighs, then press against the lips of my vagina again.

He takes hold of her head and pushes her face into his crotch, his cock entering her mouth, going deep into her throat. She struggles to release herself but he holds her there as she struggles and my fingers enter me.

He holds her head and throat-fucks her. His cock moving in and out of her wide-open mouth, her head angled up so he can enter her as deep as possible and look down into her pretty eyes. She chokes and pushes him away, wiping tears from her eyes and spit from her chin. She smiles at me and I smiles back. She is so pretty. She looks beautiful with tears in her eyes and cock in her mouth.

Two fingers slip inside my vagina, my thumb and the palm of my hand resting against my clitoris, gently brushing it.

He pushes her head down onto his cock and holds it there while she struggles to release herself. Her hands pushing at his thighs. She looks like she is choking on his cock, and then he lets her go and she gasps in a breath. Her eyes continue to water, and she wipes her eyes as he gently slaps her cheeks with his cock.

You want doggy now, she asks.

You like to suck that big cock, I ask her.

I like it so much, she says, licking her lips. She’s so sexy without even trying.

Yes please, doggy style, and fuck her hard, that’s how I like it, I tell them.

Wish you were here, she tells me.

Me too, I tell them.

She positions herself in front of the camera so that she is facing it. I get a nice view of her face and her breasts are clearly visible. Her arse is there just in front of where he kneels, behind her. He gets into position, inserts his big cock and as he enters her I slip another finger inside myself, pressing more firmly with my palm against my clitoris.

He smiles at me, he is shy and quiet and not normally one for engagement.

Fuck her hard for me, make me fucking cum on your big fat cock, I type.

He nods eagerly. She licks her lips and smiles at me.

He slams his cock into her. Then another hard slam. Immediately they are fucking. Working their bodies against each other. Grinding into each other.  They work up the speed and ferocity, he is banging her hard, their bodies slamming together until I can hear it, his cock slapping deep inside her. Her face is a picture of pleasure and pain combined. My hand is slapping against my crotch, my fingers delving deep inside, my palm pressing against my clitoris. My right hand leaves the mouse and flicks against my blood-filled nub, pressing, pushing, flicking, brushing.

He is fucking her hard, her tits are banging against each other. Her face is screwed up, a little bit of pain, plenty of pleasure. He pulls her hair and her face lifts up, her back arches and her breasts heave towards me. She looks at the screen, watching me watching her. My hand flaps faster and faster.

The right hand fingers flickering, brushing against my clitoris. Pleasure building.

They briefly pause to get their breath back, big deep breathes, and then start again. He’s banging away into her backside. He pulls her arms back behind her, fighting to dig his fat cock deeper inside her. Her beautiful breasts slapping up and down. She is heaving against him, he enters her so deep it hurts now, but she’s enjoying it as much as I am. She is really being fucked now.

My fingers work my vagina, left hand slapping slapping slapping, three fingers working inside me, in and out, in and out. Like his cock inside her. My right hand working my clitoris. Pleasure bubbling.

Then he pulls out, he stands on the bed in front of the camera and she is there, kneeling before him. She quickly adjusts the camera and opens her mouth. He tugs on his cock hard, she takes his balls in her mouth, and then pulls him closer to her with her hands on his buttocks.

He cries out, sperm shooting over her pretty face and she smiles as the last of it drips down into her mouth. She licks it around her lips.

And that’s when the explosion in my groin takes over and I cry out, my fingers slipping out as my vagina tightens, my clitoris throbbing ecstasy through my entire body.

She uses her finger to collect his spunk and licks it from her fingers. My left hand goes to my mouth and I lick my finger, tasting my pleasure just as she tastes his.

Thank you, you sexy bitch, I tell her.

Always a pleasure for you darling. Hope to see you again soon.

I nod, they will see me again.

My leather seat is damp with my sex juice. I’d better clean up, I think and click off. My pleasure reached.

Work By M. Earl Smith

It was 11:30 on a dreary Friday morning in November. The thermostat had dropped almost thirty degrees in the past month, and the coolest days of fall were upon us. You were sitting at your desk, working away on some worthless spreadsheet, when the text message popped up on your screen. It was, of course, from me.

“Go back to the same locker room and take a selfie for me.”

Shaking your head, you looked at the clock and laughed. “Y”

“Trust me on this one.”

Sighing, you went to the aforementioned room and positioned yourself in the mirror. With an exasperated look on your face, you lined up the picture. Little did you remember that this was the weekend I was due back from Philadelphia. As you hit the shutter button, I clicked the door locked, and stepped around the corner, draping my arms across your shoulders as I did.

You started for a moment, but, upon seeing who it was, you grinned, and craned your neck upwards for a kiss. Our lips locked, and my hands slid from around your neck, starting at your hips, which I used to pull you against me, so you could feel how hard I was. Grinning, I slid my hands under your shirt, under your bra, and on to your breasts, where I teased your nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“I want you. Right here, right now. It’s been a month, and that’s far too long.” By this point, I was whispering in your ear, nibbling as I did so.

Without a word, you reached behind you and, unzipping my pants, pulled my cock out, working it with your hand in slow, steady strokes. Someone knocked gently on the door, but we both managed to ignore it as I worked your pants down your slender hips and onto the floor.

The knock came again, a little more insistent, but we ignored it as the person let out an exasperated mutter and went on their way. After a few more strokes, you grinned, and slowly started to bend at the waist as I pulled your panties to one side. After rubbing your pussy with my two fingers a few times, I chuckled, and quickly slid my cock into you, reaching forward to take your hair and pull you gently back.

The month apart hadn’t killed any passion between us, as we both came hard and fast right where we stood. As we finished, the knocking started again, almost at a pound, as we both giggled and worked our pants up. I used your hair to pull your mouth around to me, and after a passionate kiss, I let go.

“Text me later.” I said simply, tossing the name badge I had used to gain entry to the building in a trash can. You followed me to the window as I crawled out, jogging across the parking lot to climb onto a motorcycle. Tossing my helmet on, I fired up the bike and peeled out.