Cumming on Camera
written by:
Julee

I thought it would be hot to tell you about some exhibitionism I was involved in two summers ago. This is more of a confession than it is a story, and every bit of it is true. I had a terribly difficult time writing it, because I kept masturbating to it as I wrote constantly misspelling and mistyping. It has been very exciting for me. This involves me and an older male friend of mine, my eternal voyeur...

I have to give you some history before my tale of rapture is told. Randy and I have been friends for over a decade. There has always been a mutual attraction and unspoken sexual tension. We have always gotten along well, and have had an ongoing friendship, whether we lived close by or thousands of miles apart. Every now and then, there was a sexual comment made from one of us, and once in a while I would notice a certain look he would give me. I could feel his glare as if it was burning right through my skin. I would try to dress sexy if I knew he was going to be in my presence. He was never forward with me; he was actually cautious and protective. Much more to do with circumstances than anything else, I know now, but at the time I figured I was entirely too young for his taste.

I always liked it when he’d flirt with me, but one particular evening it turned into a little more than flirting. This was during the time I drove cross country with my girlfriend, Christina. We were driving from the east coast to the west coast, and had stopped in Kentucky for the night. We were in our hotel room, that had a gigantic hot tub in the bedroom, and my friend was running the water. I had called Randy to tell him I had made it safely to my destination, and he heard the water running in the background.

“What is that noise?” he inquired.

“We are gonna get in the hot tub!” I said, very excitedly.

“Two girls in a hotel room, in a hot tub....oh my God...” he said with all seriousness. “That is very exciting.”

“Why don’t you come and join us!” I teased. We were at least ten hours driving time away.

“I could get on a plane right now and be there in no time,” he said, halfway serious, but halfway not, knowing this was totally impractical.

I got a sudden rush, knowing he thought this was hot. He got another call on the call waiting and put me on hold. I looked over at Christina, filling up the tub with water and yelled,

“Make it hot!”

“Oooo, make it hot, baby!” came Randy’s sly comment, knowing I did not mean for him to hear me.

“Hey, you were on the other line!”

“Yes, but I’m back now...what are you wearing?”

“Oh...my teeny tiny bikini,” I answered playfully, “Christina has her bikini on, too. Oh, and her boobs look so big and pretty, too!” I giggled.

“Shut up!” ‘Stina laughed, then yelled out, “Julee is so sexy and tan!”

“I heard all that,” he said, “Do you know what I’d do to the two of you if I were there?”

“What is it that you’d do, bad boy?” I asked, still playing, but becoming a little awakened with heat.

“Oh, I can’t say...that wouldn’t be nice of me.”

“Aw, come on, tell me, please?”

“Mmmm, I want to, but I won’t.”

“I’m getting in the tub now,” I taunted, and held the phone out while easing my almost naked body into the heated waters. Christina was already in, her long blonde hair immersed, steam rising up around her.

“Mmm, this feels so good, Julee,” she loudly announced.

“Oh, yeah, it is so hot...so invigorating...” I said, still holding the receiver so he could hear every word.

“You two girls have fun...I wish I could be there...mmm, mmm...”

“I wish you could, too...I’ll call you soon,” and I hung up.

I let my shoulders sink under the hot water and enjoyed an innocent hot tub experience with my girlfriend, smoking cigarettes, drinking black coffee, and eating chocolate cake. My thoughts were still toying with the fantasy of him showing up at the door of our hotel room. I was suddenly filled with craving for him to come in that hot tub with me and feel me up under the water, while intensely kissing me on my soft lips. I wanted his fingers to force their way underneath my bikini bottoms, play with my clit, and slide them up inside my pussy that was so wet and aching with desire. Mmm, it was so nice to think about, especially while I was in the hot water practically naked with my girlfriend. Just the mere fantasy itself was so incredibly hot. I casually exited the hot tub, telling my friend I had to use the bathroom. Locking the door behind me, I pulled off my wet bikini bottoms and began feverishly rubbing my clit. I couldn’t get the right angle while standing, so I sat up on the countertop, spreading my legs in front of the mirror. I watched as my finger danced all over my pink nub, swelling up by the second. Desperate to cum, I slid two fingers inside my slippery pussy, watching them disappear. Feeling my wet heat wrapped around my fingers, I fucked my tight cunt with my hand faster, imagining it was him doing this to me. I could see my hard nipples through my top and quickly yanked it up until my breasts popped out into sight. My excitement sizzled and I began playing with my nipples in front of the mirror with my juice covered fingers, my legs still spread, and my pussy still wide open. It was puffing up before my eyes; my clit was sticking out, yearning for me to touch it again. I dipped my fingers inside my juicy canal then pulled them back out and slicked up my clit, rapidly rubbing it...my heart was racing...my large nipples were so erect...I was panting under my breath. I hit just the right spot, and came really hard, and I watched my pussy contract and ooze just inches from the mirror. My thighs were shaking as I carefully climbed off the counter, and could hardly keep my balance trying to slip back into my bikini. This was the first time I consciously lusted for him, burned for him and masturbated to him... and I did that for the rest of our road trip...and for the next several years thereafter.

That evening was never spoken of again, nor was there any other sex talk of any kind. Well, I take that back...I do believe I explicitly told Randy about the fact that I can have orgasms quite easily, and sometimes multiple ones. I also told him how horny and crazed with lust I was during a pregnancy, and how intense and frequent the orgasms were. The fact that he knew this information made me hot, and I would find myself masturbating because of it. Anyhow, there wasn’t any other flirty, sexy talk, like the kind we had when I was in Kentucky. Not until one six or seven years after that. This was a time when we lived a thousand miles apart, and I called him and confessed that I had some ongoing lust for him. I was very nervous and embarrassed, but was surprised when he told me he had those same feelings about me. He began telling me some of his secret dirty thoughts, and what he wanted to do to me in the sack, how he wanted to finger me, that he really wanted to go down on me. This conversation kicked off an intense, erotic roller coaster ride that I thought would never end. (The fact that I am sitting here writing this proves it has not entirely ended for me. That is how powerful it was...is. Or at least the memory of it is.)

I began writing seductive emails to him and he would respond, telling me his fantasies of me. The erotic details grew with each email, told me about his 8 inch cock and my desire for him burned even hotter. We started having phone sex when we’d talk. Sometimes it would be planned, but most of the time not. It seemed like no matter how normal the conversation, one of us always ended up getting excited and started talking dirty. He was so nasty on that phone, let me tell you! He used to let me listen to him allow his hard dick to slap against his stomach and then jerk himself off ...he would make me play with myself until I was sopping wet, and then tell me to hold the phone close to my pussy so he could hear how juicy it sounded as I finger-fucked it. He had me under a spell, and could get me to do or say anything. I would end up naked, covered in sweat, and shaking after an orgasm during those conversations.

Eventually though, the email and phone sex wasn’t quite enough. It became evident in one of our phone sex conversations:

“I’m going to look at some porn right now and find a girl who looks like you, honey...” he said to me while he was pulling his cock.

“You don’t have a picture of me?”

“Oh my god, if only I had a picture...mmm, the things I would do...”

Instantly I got the idea to take a few photos for him, but I never told him I was going to, not then anyways. He finished jerking himself off to my dirty talk and we ended the call. The very next day, I got out my camera (not a digital, mind you) and made sure it had film. I put on my pinkish-purple bikini, some bright pink lipstick and went out on my deck. I set the timer on the camera and posed real sexy as it took frame after frame. I lay on my back with my hair draped everywhere, on my side so he could see my curvy body, then on my stomach with my knees bent up so he could see more of my ass. I took a few closer ups so he could see that sultry look on my face and my tits halfway hanging out of my top. There was even one where I was sucking on a big red Popsicle. I was hoping immensely that the photos would turn out, and I immediately took the roll down to the grocery store and dropped the film in the hour photo slot. An hour later, I paid for my photos, and excitedly looked through them. Of course some did not turn out or were blurry, but I found five great sexy shots that I wanted to send him. I then proceeded to the local post office and put them in an envelope, along with an enclosed note,

“Hope you are enjoying your hot summer...J”

A few days later, he emailed me, and told me he received my envelope. Instantly I felt a rush and called him.

“Did you like my pictures?”

“Those were so hot! I made such a mess on them, they are practically ruined.”

“Well, that is what they were for...I’m glad you enjoyed looking at me.”

“I was really wishing I could have seen your tits, baby,” he said, “Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining!”

“We’ll have to wait and see what happens,” I said seductively.

A few days later, I bought some more film and loaded my camera. I dressed in a soft pink lacy bra and matching panties, and went back out on my deck. It was a miserable 100 degrees and my body instantly became covered in sweat. I coated my lips in slut-red lipstick and set up my camera once again. I got a little more creative, and pushed my breasts together in my bra while looking down at them. I turned around and bent over so he got a full ass shot, then removed my bra so he could see my bare back and my pretty ass barely covered by my string bikini lacy panties. Then I got closer to the camera and sat directly in front of it, my naked tits in full view of the frame. I set the timer, and then cupped my hands around them, almost touching my nipples, spreading my legs slightly. I let my tits stand alone; my big pink nipples erect, and spread my legs a little wider. I set the timer again, and then stuck two fingers down the front of my panties, while looking down at them, my tits in fully exposed. Droplets of sweat dripped down my tan skin, down my cleavage, down my face. I took a few close-up shots of my lacy panty-covered pussy, though I was a tiny bit inhibited by that. But I was feeling more adventurous this time and so I did it anyhow. After the roll was finished, I got dressed and went to the Walgreen’s pharmacy this time. I dropped them off and came back an hour later. As I approached the cashier, a man in his mid thirties began to ring me up. There was a discrepancy in the price, for they were trying to charge me ten dollars for single prints. He asked if I had ordered a CD as well, and I told him no, I had not. A line was beginning to form behind me by this time, and I was getting nervous.

“Hmm,” he said, confused, “I’m not sure why it is ringing up at this price. Let me check to make sure they didn’t put a CD in here,” and he began to open the sealed photo package.

“NO! That’s ok, sir,” I said, “I’ll pay the ten dollars!”

“Well, there has to be some reason why...” he ripped open the envelope and pulled out my photos and I caught a brief glance at one of my close up panty shots.

Horrified, I leaped across the counter and grabbed my pictures from his hand and looked him dead in the eyes and said, “I’LL PAY THE TEN DOLLARS! JUST DON’T LOOK AT MY PHOTOS!”

He looked in my hand and saw the print of my lacy panties, and smirked. He leaned in closer to me and quietly said,

“Ma’am, I work in a photo lab, I’ve seen a lot of things!” and he winked at me. I was mortified, especially at the muffled laughter coming from the customers behind me. I threw a ten dollar bill at him and began power walking out of the store.

“Bye, ma’am...please come back!” the cashier yelled out. I turned and looked at his smug smile, and suddenly felt a little turned on by this. I didn’t waste any time thinking too much about it, I needed to get these mailed.

I drove over to the post office again, sat in there and chose the best shots to send. I was surprised at my abilities to pose like that and remember thinking about how hot they looked. I stuck them in an envelope along with a note which read,

“More will be revealed...J”

A few days went by, and I went out of town. I had not heard from Randy, and was wondering if he got them or not. I finally checked my email to discover a lengthy message from him.

“You are so god damn beautiful...when I saw your tits; I went fucking crazy...I wanted to be fucking you right there on your deck when I saw your pretty panties....mmm, you are so fucking hot...”

Those were just a few things he responded with, there was much more. He wanted to bend me over and fuck me from behind and play with my clit...he wanted to suck on my nipples, spread my legs, finger my pussy and lick my ass. I was impressed at the power I possessed, getting an emphatic reaction like this. I called him the next day so I could hear his excitement.

“Did you like looking at my tits, Randy?” I prodded.

“Mmmm, yes I did...you are so fucking sexy, honey. I want more though...”

“Oh?” I said.

“I want to see it, Julee...”

“What do you want to see?” I said in a sexy tone.

“I want to see your pussy, baby....I want to see it so bad...”

“Wait and see...” I almost whispered.

The next day I was loading my camera once again. This time I set up in my living room. I wore some black lacy panties and bra, with some dark red lipstick, my long golden brown hair falling around my shoulders. I took some lingerie shots, and then stripped down completely naked. My tan lines were very apparent, and I was getting a little nervous, yet excited about taking nude photos of myself. My timer was set. I sat on my floor with my back against the couch and spread my legs wide open. I reached down and spread my pussy lips open, and threw my head back on the couch while the other hand grabbed hold of one of my tits. I took several like this, and soon began to feel my pussy getting wet in the process. I knew these would be insanely racy, and was dying to get them developed. I went to the grocery store this time and dropped them in the hour slot. When I came back, the older gentleman behind the register told me I could have my photos for free. Puzzled, I asked why.

“Well...hardly any of them turned out, and I don’t feel right charging you for them,” he said.

I opened up the envelope and pulled out the prints, discovering that all my lingerie shots were completely blurred, and the only ones in full focus were of me in my spread open pussy poses. My face was blood red, and I offered to pay regardless.

“No, ma’am, it’s quite all right,” he said. “Don’t worry, you are welcome to develop these kinds of pictures here any time.” he said in a serious tone. I said ‘thank you’ and left as quickly as possible!

I went home and looked at my pictures in more detail, and noticed my pussy was shiny and glistening, and realized that was when I was getting hot during my photo shoot. I couldn’t wait three days for the postal service this time. I immediately scanned in one of the porn shots onto my computer and attached it to an email to Randy, along with a brief note,

“Feast your eyes on my pretty pussy...J”

That night, he called me, and commanded I get undressed on my bed. I promptly obeyed.

“I blew your picture up on my computer....I’m staring right inside your delicious wet pussy right now, baby.....mmmm, you are the sexiest woman in the world, you have the hottest little cunt....play with it for me, Julee...I wanna hear you cum....I’m stroking my cock to you right now....cum for me...”

I lay on my bed naked and on fire, while I spread my legs, pulling one of them all the way back. I watched as I fondled my throbbing clit, so fucking excited, knowing he was looking right at it at that very moment. My clit was protruding, my pussy juice leaked out onto my bed while I masturbated, listening to him talk dirty to me, telling me how much he lusted after my cunt.

“I want to munch all over that thing....stick my tongue up inside you, suck your juices out of you.....god damn, I want my cock buried inside you...”

I became overwhelmed with heat and began to feel my pussy swell up...

“Ohhhh, I’m cumming for you....mmm it feels so fucking good...” I moaned and squealed.

Clear runny juices poured out of me all over my fingers, and all over my sheets while I heard him jerking himself into a frenzy, panting heavily until he yelled out in an explosive climax.

“Sweetheart....I love hearing you get excited...I wish I could watch your pussy when you cum,” he said, still catching his breath.

“What do you mean?” I asked, still laying in my mess.

“Do you own a video camera?”

“Why, yes I do.”

“I want you to film yourself for me,” he said firmly. “If you want to, that is...”

“I’ll see what I can do...I’m a little nervous,” I said in all honesty.

“Just pretend I am right there watching you...watching you take off your clothes, looking at your banging body...watching you play with that sweet pussy of yours...”

“I’ll do my best.” I said as I hung up the phone.

The next day, I charged my battery and got completely dolled up. I curled my hair and put on my dark eye makeup, that slutty red lipstick and my emerald green lacy bra and matching thong. I wore my 3 inch black heels and put on one of Madonna’s “Erotica” songs in the background. I set up the video cam in my living room and focused it about 6 feet away from me so he could see my entire body. Nervously, I hit the record button and crawled across the floor into place. I got upright on my knees and ran my hands up and down the front of my body and then through my long hair, then began talking dirty into the camera.

“Is this what you wanted...Randy...you wanted to watch me get naked and play?”

I unhooked my bra and let it slowly fall off my shoulders and onto the floor, then began rubbing my fingers around my nipples. I glared into the lens, and gradually slid my hand down the front of my panties, wiggling my fingers all inside them.

“You want to see my pussy get hot?”

Slowly I slipped my panties off down my hips, and I sat naked on my living room floor. I opened my legs up and pet the outside of my pussy for a minute, playing with my nipples and licking my lips. Eventually I looked up again into the camera.

“I have a surprise for you...”

I reached behind my couch and pulled out my hot-pink vibrator and switched it on. I began rubbing it all over my outer lips, then all over each of my nipples. I sucked it into my mouth for a second, ran in down my chest...my stomach... then back down between my legs again. I was doing what he said, imagining he was right there in front of me and I felt an ache I had never felt before. As I looked at that lens while I masturbated, it sent ripples of electricity throughout my vaginal walls. I shoved my vibrator up inside me as far as it could go...then pulled it out again, fucking myself over and over again.

“I wish this was your cock inside me...fucking me...mmm, it’s getting so wet...”

I began drilling it all over my clit while I attempted to spread my legs wider so he could see all of it. I looked down and saw creamy juice coming out of my fleshy cunt...I could see my lips puffing up and my clit enlarging. My juice continued to ooze out in intervals as I turned up the speed on my vibe, drilling my clit faster....faster...my head was spinning, I started to gasp in ecstasy...cumming on my vibe, juice pouring out down into my ass crack, onto the floor. Breathing hard, I crawled across to the camera, blew it a kiss, and turned it off. I played it back and watched it to make sure it recorded. I admit, I was a little shocked to watch myself do all that on tape. Shaking it off, I packaged up the tape and sent it to Randy, by means of Fed Ex.

The next two days I was anxiously anticipating its arrival at his house. I checked the Fed Ex website every hour it seemed, using the tracking number. When I finally read the words, “package delivered”, my panties became immediately moist. I waited and waited all night for him to watch it and then call me. The moment came at last.

“Julee...that was incredible...it was so real, no pretending or acting...I was so taken back. You are so fucking hot and sexy!”

“I’m so glad you liked it,” I said in relief.

“I could see the juice running out of your pussy! That was hotttt! There was only one thing...”

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’m not complaining...you were amazing...but you weren’t close enough...I was hoping to see your pussy really, really close up.”

“I’ll have to see if anything can be done about that,” I said. “I am glad you enjoyed watching me.”

“Oh, it was beautiful; thank you...I am your biggest fan.”

Soon after, I was sexing myself up again, so I could film another tape. I wore a short black negligee` with no panties underneath, and some black fishnet thigh highs, along with some spiky black heels. I set the camera up closer, turned it on then did a strip tease to some seductive songs. I pulled my nighty off while my back was turned to the camera, and swayed my naked ass to the beat of the music while gliding my hands along side my fish nets. Turning towards the lens, I displayed my full frontal then walked over and picked up the camera, holding it up to my face.

“Watch me...”

I slowly lay on the floor and aimed the camera over top of me and gradually moved it down my entire body...so it could capture a close up view of my tits...my tummy...then...then...my closely shaven pussy. Carefully sitting up and spreading my thighs, I set the camera down four inches away from my pink folds. I reached down with one hand and spread my lips open and tickled my clit a little bit with the other hand, while telling my voyeur where I like to be touched.

“I like it RIGHT HERE, Randy,” I said, drilling my clit with my middle finger.

I have to say, I was overly excited by filming my open vagina this close, but I still felt self conscience in a way. I played with it for a moment, then picked up the camera and aimed it at my face again.

“That is where I want you to touch me...lick me...eat me...”

I sat the camera down again and lay back against my couch, fondling my nipples, fingering my pussy, tugging on my tights. I wanted to cum, but I was having too much fun showing it all off from different angles. I looked into the lens with an intense stare and my pouty red lips and said,

“I’m not the little girl anymore, Randy...I’m all grown up now.” I said, blowing a kiss at the lens, then crawling over and turning it off.

I sent the tape by Fed Ex again, and was crazed with obsession while checking the tracking. After he watched it, he called me.

“That is exactly what I wanted to see...your pussy right in my face like that. Mmm, it is so beautiful. So, are you going to make it cum up close for me?”

“Well that depends,” I teased.

“On what?” he asked.

“When do I get to see YOU?”

“You want to see my cock?”

“I do...”

“I’ll see what I can do...”

By this point, I was insane with lust. I masturbated every day, two or three times a day, thinking about the next tape I would be making, and awaiting the arrival of the pictures of his cock he so often stroked for me. My pussy was literally wet all the time, constantly. I had to change my panties throughout the day; it was so out of control. A week later, I got a thick envelope from him in my mailbox. I hurried inside, up to my bedroom and sat anxiously on my bed. I ripped open the envelope. I looked through the prints, and my eyes widened at his fully erect nice sized cock in his hand. He was right about the size, too. To me it was perfect, it was shiny and hard, he had shaved his balls so they were smooth. It was so sexy. He had been masturbating in one of the shots, and had cum dripping out of his cock and down his hand. His body was so toned up and muscular, tan and sexy as hell. I kept those in my bedside table drawer for a long time, and masturbated to them frequently. One particular time, when I was about to cum, I held the close-up picture of his cock right up against my pussy and I came all over it. Damn, that was such a turn on. Now it was my turn to make my new tape.

This time I had more courage. I wore my red push up bra and red g-string, and dark red lipstick, and thick black eyeliner. I set it all up in my bedroom on this evening. I talked dirty to him like I always did, stripping away my bra. I cut right to the chase this time, because I knew he would want that by now.

“Watch my pussy cum for you...”

I set the camera 3-4 inches on the floor, between my thighs and in front of my panties. I moved my panties to the side and stuck a big purple dildo inside my cunt and fucked it at a slow pace. As I felt myself growing wetter, I slid the dildo in and out of me faster, while my juices clung to it. I softly moaned while I fucked myself with the 9 inch dildo, saying,

“I want you to fuck me one day, Randy, with that big cock of yours...”

I was getting hotter and I needed to cum. I pulled out the dildo and placed my vibe against my clit and spread my lips open with the other hand. I rapidly drilled it, feeling my juices coming out as usual. It got unusually intense for me when I looked directly down at what I was doing, and then at the lens just inches away from it, and I remembered something he had told me right before I filmed this...

“Pretend that camera is my face, baby.....fuck the lens with your pussy...cum all over it...like you’re cumming on my mouth!”

My body went into overload with crazy passion at that thought. My mind was so corrupted by the intensity of this eroticism and suddenly felt my orgasm coming on. I began to cum...and cum...and cum...and it kept getting stronger and more intense and more insane...it would not stop. My pussy was spasming like mad, and at the peak of my orgasm, it started squirting, ejaculating and projecting out my sex juice. I was shocked at the sight of this, but it did not interfere with my immense enjoyment of this momentous occasion. I saw myself spew all over the lens, and I was literally screaming uncontrollably. It took me several minutes to ease up and calm down before I could turn off the camera. My body was shaking for a good half hour after it was all said and done. I could hardly wait to send it to him.

I tracked it by Fed Ex again. It was such a thrill for me to check up on it, each day getting closer and closer. (I swear that to this day when I see Fed Ex truck, my mouth salivates!) He called me the day after he got it.

“Julee, that was the most erotic thing I have ever seen...I have never seen anything like it before. You are so incredibly fucking sexy.”

By now I was out of control, wanting to be a goddess on film. I started seriously going to the gym so I could look even hotter. I went on and made seven other tapes after this one. One of my particular favorites is when I was naked in my bathroom. I stood up and lathered my body with cool whip, rubbing it all on my inner thighs, and then spreading them open. I took out my dildo and sucked it profusely, just as if I would suck a cock. For five to seven minutes I continued to give head to my dildo, until I began to fuck myself with it. I pulled it out at one point and put it back in my mouth, tasting my own pussy juice, licking it all off the dildo, and then proceeded to ravage myself until I came.

Another time I was out on my deck in my black crochet bikini, lathered in baby oil. I filmed myself doing an alluring seductive strip tease to a song all about masturbation. Once I got out my S & M leather outfit with my whip and struck my thighs, spread my legs, rubbing the tassels of the whip all over my pussy. During one of the last tapes I made, I was naked and bent over my bed and fucking myself in the ass with that dildo, while telling Randy I wanted him to come fuck me.

Then, the day came when I got a digital camera. That took on a whole new turn for me. I could take still shots and send them immediately. I began writing Randy short sex “stories” and attaching photos with them. I would lay on my bed with my legs wide open, bend over and show him my ass and my pussy, and sometimes make myself cum then take a picture of the juice running out of me. Some of the photos were tame; I would simply dress in lingerie or in a sexy outfit. I cannot describe to you the thrill I have gotten from filming myself or taking photos of myself.

That is about the time I began writing sex stories on the ES site. Randy is the one who told me about it, actually. All my earlier stories are about him and the lust I had for him. The man was beside himself with all of my insane sexuality. I wanted him for real and felt as if I was going to explode if I could not have him.

The day finally came when I was going to be in his area of town, and I was busting at the seams. I let him know of the days I would be in town with my flight and hotel information. It was going to be a brief visit so I wouldn’t have much time. He agreed to take me out to dinner on the night I was there. It was actually the day before my 30th birthday. He came to pick me up at my hotel, and I was a nervous wreck. I had not seen him in many years and all of the pictures, stories and video tapes had built up the anticipation. I walked outside to meet him, wearing a short black mini skirt and a tight hot pink top. My knees almost gave out, especially in my strappy black heels, as I saw him out there waiting for me. He looked so handsome, so sexy standing next to his truck and I threw my arms around him, pressing my body against his. My heart was pounding, as I kissed him right on the lips. We were out in public, so he walked me around and helped me into his truck, then got in on the driver’s side. He glared at me with intense animal lust, grabbed the back of my neck and French kissed me very passionately. He slid his hand up my skirt and put his fingers inside my pussy that was so amazingly wet.

“Do you want to go to dinner?” he asked me.

“Yes...I’m hungry.” I answered completely thrown off. The chemistry was so intense and I was flushed with so much heat.

“You felt just like I thought you would feel,” he said, and then we went to dinner.

We had a nice dinner, but I could hardly eat or cut up my food I was so horny. Afterwards, he took me back to the hotel and walked me to the outside door. He started kissing me as I frantically tried to insert the key card to get in. We got into the elevator and he threw me against the wall, stuck his tongue in my mouth and kissed me like there would be no tomorrow. We somehow got in my room, and he pushed me against the wall and took off my top, happy I was not wearing a bra. He sucked on both my nipples and groped me with his hands then suddenly threw me down on my bed.

“I want to see your pussy cum,” he said, taking off his clothes.

“You’ve seen it cum...I want you to fuck me now...”

He pulled off his pants, his cock ready for me, and he reached up under my skirt and yanked off my lacy g-string. He jumped on top of me, hiked my skirt up over my hips and shoved his cock all the way up inside me. I was so wet, I was so turned on, yet I was so shocked that this was really happening. He pinned my body down and fucked me furiously, kissing my neck while his hands gripped my ass. I felt myself building towards an orgasm while he rubbed his pubic bone against my clit, his cock hitting against my g-spot...but for some reason, I was enjoying him just being inside me, I didn’t care if I came or not. All of this had been the biggest longest tease and seduction; I just wanted to feel him fucking me. I grabbed his firm ass and pulled him into me. He suddenly hoisted himself up, pushed my legs all the way back and thrusted into me again, watching his cock go in and out of my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him while he grinded into me until he pinned me down again, rubbing his sweaty chest all over my tits, my nipples scraping against him. He told me he was going to cum and pulled his cock out of me, spraying his load all over my tummy and the outside of my pussy that he finally got to fuck...

A little later, he asked me if I wanted him to eat me out.

“I want to suck on your pussy...do you want me to?”

“Yes...”

“Then say ‘please’”

“Please...”

He pulled me by the legs to the edge of the bed and got on his knees on the floor. He pushed my legs all the way back again and spread them open as wide as possible. He shoved his face in my cunt and gnawed on my clit, sucking it into his mouth. His tongue swirled around my wet pink flesh then he began sucking my juices out of me. He was giving my clit more pressure with his tongue while his chin rubbed against the opening of my pussy. His face was covered in my creamy juice and as he looked up at me, I said,

“Fuck me again...”

He pushed my body back on the bed and drove his cock inside me once more, pounding away at my cunt. He relentlessly fucked me until we were so tired we had to stop. We lay there, all sweaty and exhausted, it was getting late. There was no more time for us; I had to leave the next day. I lay cuddled up with him for a while until he had to go home. He kissed on me a little, and said goodbye. Told me I was deliciousJ

I was happy I got to have him in my arms and in my bed, after all the years of build up and all the eroticism. I still fantasize of him to this day, and hope that someday in the future, there might be another time for us... more time for us...so we can fuck each other absolutely raw and senseless.