1. The sound of one hand wanking


    Date: 9/13/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    'I want you to fuck my shaved cunt till it bleeds.' The words had flowed like poetry in my head, but in Comic Sans-Serif they appeared dangerously unstable. Thankfully, he didn't seem to mind, which made me wonder if he were perhaps using a different font. 'First, I'm going to eat you out then fuck your throat so deep you'll gag.' 'I'll swallow it all then bite the base of your shaft till you squeal.' 'Fuck, I love that. Yeah, bite the fucker.' 'I hope a finger in your arse doesn't have you shooting. I have plans for that big boy!' 'You are a dirty fucking bitch.' 'But, I'm not.' 'Yes, you fucking are.' I hungrily ogled the bollocks bouncing on the edge of the black leather sofa. 'No. Well, not usually, anyway. Anything but. I'm just a woman. A daughter. A wife. A mother. A teacher, for fuck's sake. It's you. You are making me say these things.' 'So you're married?' The dearth of men who go there left me considering what particular fetish this was leading to. 'Yes. Plus all the above. Why would I lie? Are you?' The pause was indicative of a subsequent untruth, so his candidness caught me unawares. 'Yes. She's a teacher too.' Dripping, tripping fingers threw me headlong. 'Have you thought that I could be your wife?' The free-standing cock oscillated in accordance with his obvious mirth. 'No. Definitely not. She doesn't talk dirty like you.' 'Maybe not to you, no...' 'Listen, that shaved pussy is a dead giveaway. She wouldn't do that.' 'Sure? When did you last look?' His cock ...
    wilted till it seemed to be resting against the black frame of my iPad. 'Can we just get back to wanking? This isn't... helping, yer know?' I eased a finger inside then slowly withdrew, stretching a thick string of mucus to breaking point and then beyond. A blurry fist telegraphed intense approval. 'Does she get as wet as this for you?' He took so long to answer, I thought he was ignoring me, but I didn't mind: his faraway fumblings were doing amazing things to my insides. 'Fuck, no. I have to go down on her for ages just so I can get it in. I can barely be bothered these days, to be honest. She used to be...' The sentence dried up. In the silence, he thoughtfully stroked himself. I broke the drought with a gushing truth. 'You have the most beautiful cock I have ever seen. Not that I've seen that many.' Despite the qualifying clause, his penis was all ears, grew even firmer, while the eye became a mouth became an eye became a mouth, and all were continually smiling. 'Really?' 'Really. It's so wonderfully proportioned, so thick and long, so shapely. Those veins! And the head, so rounded, so blunt, so... dangerous. I bet that fucker gives pleasure and pain in barely equal measure.' Typing fucker made my head spin. As though moisture were a rare resource, my mouth gave up all of its wetness to the thirsty gash between my thighs. The left hand tickling the tip of his dick signalled it was his turn to tap. 'I have to be careful with it, yeah. It can hurt.' 'I want it to hurt me.' I ...
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