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Confession of a virtual cumslut
Date: 11/4/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: 11, Source: LushStories
finally shot his load - and what a load (I am quite a cum slut yet it's unlikely I would have been able to swallow all of it) - I was ready too and squirted almost as much as he did. When I told him that fact, he was aghast that we had not physically got together, proclaiming he had never witnessed the like. We stayed and chatted till I began to feel the night's chill, then I reluctantly said goodnight, drove back to my holiday cottage and made myself cum again, imagining his firm athletic body riding me, pressing my sweating silhouette into the mattress. Then I slept like a fucking log. The next two nights, we repeated it. Again he asked to meet. Again I declined. Again he shot his copious load from his most beautiful cock. Again I soaked the seat. By night four, I was determined to take him up on his offer, was showered, shaved smooth, made-up and coiffured, and dressed in my naughty knickerless best. I was dripping as I drove. Heart pounding as I parked. Almost cumming as I logged on. I waited. And waited. And waited. And he never showed. I'd never asked him his real name, never enquired whether he were married, engaged, taken, or single. To be honest, I didn't give a fuck, just needed him to get me off, to sate my rather voracious and sordid singular sexual needs. He never showed me all of his face, just a tantalising glimpse of his splendid smile and his stubbly chin, yet I felt I knew him, felt he had really made love to me. Yes, he was that good. Now I felt cheated, ...