Saturday, July 19, 2008

Adultry is good :-)

Everything about our affair seemed fated: the way we met in a chatroom I
had never before frequented; the way we connected within minutes thanks
to an equally twisted sense of humour; and the way we went from virtual
buddies, sharing the stories of our past, to real-life lovers, melding
minds and flesh in a six-hour marathon of sex, rest, coffee and sex.

It was all very innocent at first--friendly exchanges in the chatroom,
newsy e-mails, harmless banter on Yahoo--but there was a raw sexuality
to this man that somehow always had me sitting with my legs tightly
crossed, a bitch in heat trying to quell the instinctual pounding in my
pussy as I waited for him to shove his virtual tongue down my throat,
grab a tit, grope my ass... something... anything.

We were like a living situation comedy, complete with witty repartee,
double-entendres, and sexual tension so thick you could cut it with a
knife. I knew that, eventually, he would have no choice but to topple.
Except, as it happened, I was the one who finally cracked. I could no
longer deal with how horny he made me. A woman can only cross her legs
for so long before she has to spread them and finger herself to orgasm.


Thus, it came to pass that, one night, as I was on the computer in my
home office making small talk, I began driving a couple of digits in
and out of my needy cunt, and I made the weighty decision to pin his
virtual being against a virtual wall in an act of desperation.

He wasn't surprised; he was shocked into near silence. Then, after
mumbling (if one can mumble in writing) something about wanting me, but
being in cybersex hibernation (his term: cybernation), he took off like
a bat out of hell. I figured that was the last I'd ever see of him, but
there he was again the very next night, ready, willing, and as I soon
discovered, more than able.

That first time we cyberfucked was a revelation. I'd had many online
lovers by that point, but not a single one had made me that hot, had
made my snatch that wet, had made me masturbate so furiously that I
came six times in just over an hour, the climaxes so fierce that I
couldn't think, speak, or even breathe afterward.

It wasn't just that he was good with words, imaginative and evocative,
it was also his very essence that spoke to me in ways I'd never
dreamed. Simply seeing him write "my cock" started the pulsing in my
twat, started the flow of juices down and out onto my thighs, coating
my swollen lips, and started the unbearable ache in my clit, all of me
crying out to be touched, filled, satisfied. And, amazingly, it was the
same way every single time.

Within a matter of weeks, I needed him to survive, not only sexually,
but emotionally, as well. He was my shelter from the storm that raged
outside the virtual world we'd created, whether holding me in his arms,
lending an understanding ear, offering a shoulder to cry on, screwing
my little brains out, eating my desperate pussy, or letting me feast on
his luscious cock.

There wasn't anything I couldn't ask of him online. Requests ranged from
cumming on my face, in my hair, on my tits, on my ass, down my throat,
inside or all over my cunt; to fingering or tonguing my asshole; to
jerking off for me and letting me get off for him; to fucking my tits;
to bending me over a variety of objects and taking me from behind; to
allowing me to ride him forward and backward; to slapping my ass and
pulling my hair.

Out of the blue, one day, he gave me his very real cell phone number,
and asked me to call him at work. I was extremely wary of making that
call, since voice was the next level up, and I rationally knew that it
wasn't a good idea to escalate things with this man. But when it came
to him, rational thought had a tendency to fly right out the window. So
I called.

Our first few conversations were just that: an exchange of thoughts,
insights, stories. Before long, though, I began to torture him by
relating what I'd like to be doing to him. His prick would harden as he
sat at his desk, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
The thought of arousing him halfway to insanity--where his whole body
tensed up and his dick strained against his pants, begging to be reed--gave me a heady sense of sexual power, and made my own body
crave the relief that only orgasm could provide.

Luckily, he found a way of providing it. On lunch breaks, he'd head
outside, find a quiet spot, and painstakingly describe how he'd tease
me, suck me, lick me, feed me, fuck me. Driven by raw lust, I'd start
off by teasing my snatch, two fingers lightly dancing around my clit,
then massaging it gently, and finally, pressuring it forcefully,
shoving those two fingers into my dripping hole, curling them up and
around my pelvic bone, and pounding my g-spot.

His voice fuelled me, the images he evoked made me insane, my soft moans
became loud groans, mild oaths, breathless ohs and ahs, strong curses,
then all-out screams as I climaxed with an intensity that made my whole
being quiver. Even after he hung up the phone, I continued making
myself cum every four or five minutes, until I was too spent to go on.

From phone, we agreed to move on to cam. I didn't even feel any
hesitation anymore; it was the next logical step. Because my home
office door had no lock, it was too risky for me to turn on my cam
while my family was around. He therefore did the showing, and I did the
watching.

After a long cybersession, I'd eagerly look on as he jerked off,
initially stroking his rock hard cock at varying speeds, his head
thrown back in ecstasy, then picking up the pace when orgasm neared,
his face contorting, tears streaming down his face, his voice muted so
as not to wake his family, his cum finally erupting in jets. Licking my
lips, I'd imagine the taste of his hot seed in my mouth, or the feel of
it on my body.

While we both enjoyed this one-sided viewing tremendously, he longed to
see me cum, too. But since he couldn't cam from work during the day,
and I couldn't cam from home at night, he decided he'd have to play
hooky so we could spend a few hours watching each other climax.

He booked the time off work to enjoy what we referred to thereafter as
"hooky day". It seemed like years before it actually arrived, and then
suddenly, there I was, totally naked in front of my cam for the very
first time.

Surprisingly, it made me very shy, and it took me a while to get
comfortable with the idea of showing him my bare tits and pussy.
Patiently, he talked me through it, his voice, as always, rendering me
mad with lust, coating my twat with juices, making me ache for him so
badly that I was prepared to do anything at all.

We gave each other a guided cam tour of our bodies, going from head to
toe, and his groan was highly audible when he saw my shaved, soaking
cunt for the very first time. The rest was easy: vivid descriptions of
what each would do to the other's every part, my cam turned to my
snatch, his cam focused on his dick as he played with it, stroked it
with a tight fist, hand moving up and down the length of his shaft,
precum oozing from the tip.

My eyes didn't move from the screen, transfixed yet again by the sight
of him jerking, but my hand, in sharp contrast, was in constant motion,
first just running along my thighs, coming close to my pussy on many
occasions, but never quite touching it, driving him almost as crazy as
I was driving myself.

From there, a few light brushes, barely grazing my lips, his breath
catching with every contact. Then a single finger penetrating the
swollen folds, running up and down my drenched slit, but purposely
avoiding my hard clit.

It was slow torture for both of us. Eventually, I couldn't take it any
longer. It was too much to watch him work his incredible prick, to show
off my sodden cuntflesh, and not to give in to the need to make myself
cum. I loved seeing him play with himself, but I was also getting off
on exposing myself to him.

Horny enough to burst, I took it up a notch, rubbing my hungry clit with
my palm, and pushing one, two, three, then four fingers into my twat,
lapping the wetness a bit before beginning to pump in earnest, my ass
lifting off the chair as my hips bucked up, and my feet on the
desk--one on either side of the keyboard--providing leverage for each
thrust.

So needy then that I could scream, I grabbed a large tit with my other
hand, and lifted it to my mouth, sucking on the nipple. Hearing his
moan, and wanting an even sharper sensation, I clamped my teeth down on
it... hard. I winced and whimpered; he cried out, "Oh, fuck".

I continued to bite my embattled tit and pound my desperate pussy, my
muscles clenching around my invading fingers, bringing me close to
orgasm, feeling it approach only to have it elude me. The screams
mounted in my throat, my body knotted up, my legs began to
tremble--climax mere seconds away--when he went over the edge, his rod
pulsing more times and shooting more cum than I had ever seen.

Pulling my teeth from my nipple so I could scream out loud, pinching it
with my thumb and forefinger instead, holding my palm steady on my
mound, keeping my long fingers buried deep inside me, I came so hard
that I nearly passed out.

I don't know how many times we both climaxed on "hooky day", but I do
know that I broke records. It was one of those experiences you never
forget, and it proved what I think I already knew the day he and I met:
I had to see him in person, feel what is was like to touch him, kiss
him, hold him, suck him, ride him, taste him, have him on me, under me,
around me, and in me. He agreed wholeheartedly.

It took a great deal of planning, organizing and scheming, but six weeks
later, we met part way between our homes, in a nondescript hotel, in a
midsize city where nobody would recognize us. His family was away, so
he travelled the night before to check into the room, and I met him
late the following morning.

I'd been such a bundle of nerves ever since we arranged the meeting that
I feared I'd throw up on his shoes as soon as he opened the hotel room
door. But when I saw him standing there, all I wanted to do was hold
him. I wrapped my arms around him, pulled him so close that my breasts
pushed into his chest, buried my face in his neck, and didn't move.

He was somewhat more pragmatic, turning my head so he could cover my
mouth with his and kiss me deeply, his tongue darting between my lips,
his taste finally filling my senses. I sucked hungrily at his probing
tongue, and again, I'd have willingly stayed that way for a week beyond
forever, but he took matters into his own hands--literally--and led me
to the small living room sofa.

No sooner had we sat down than I went back to hugging him. Surprising as
it may seem, my need to feel his body close to mine was, at the time,
even greater than my need for sex. Luckily, his need for sex
superseded, and he pulled away, stood up, and undid his pants.
Presented with the possibility of touching his cock, stroking it and
sucking it, my desire to sit there like a moron and just hold him
evaporated pretty damn quickly.

I hastily reached out to pull his dick out of his briefs, looking in awe
at the object of my desire, seen so often on cam, now in my hand, and
very rapidly in my mouth. Teasing the head--one of my favourite forms
of foreplay--suddenly seemed unimportant. I wanted to taste all of him,
have him fill my mouth. I therefore opened wide, and took his tip to
the back of my throat, gagging slightly, but reveling in the feeling of
completeness, as if his cock had always belonged there.

Sucking in my cheeks, I slowly began to pull back, swabbing his head
with my tongue, then push forth, gradually increasing the pace and the
suction. He immediately began moaning, and placed his hand on my head
to guide me. His reaction made my pussy pound out a hard beat. Fully
aroused now, I felt my juices start to ooze, a wet spot forming on my
thong, and spreading rapidly.

Either he sensed my need, or he was answering a call all his own, but he
pushed me down onto my back, hastily removed my shorts and panties, and
got between my legs, bending his head, his tongue already out.

Yes, his tongue. I could write an entire ode to his tongue. In fact, I
nearly came the second it touched my then soaking twat, licking my
swollen, pink lips, totally flat as it ran the length of my slit,
curled as it took hold of my aching clit. It was like an electric pulse
had been sent through my entire body, and I groaned so loud that I
could hear the sound echo through the room.

After that, I lost all capacity for thought. There was his mouth, his
lips, his tongue; they were on me, over me, in me; I was overcome by
sensations I'd never felt in my life; and before I even knew it, I was
wracked by a powerful orgasm, screaming, writhing, tearing at his hair,
my whole body shaking from the rapture.

He didn't stop there. He kept working my pussy until I had cum lord
alone knows how many times, and was drenched with perspiration, my hair
limp from humidity, my palms cold and sweaty. That's when my mind
returned--or rather, the part of my mind that knew I had to fuck him
immediately, if not sooner.

I had him sit on the couch, and climbed into his lap, my body facing
him, my legs straddling him. He knew I loved this position, and we both
moved this way and that to make it work, but the cheap sofa cushions
kept giving way under us.

Frustrated, but laughing, we gave up and moved to the bedroom. In spite
of our plans to screw anywhere and everywhere, we gave in to our
desperation, and jumped on the conveniently placed bed.

He reached for a condom on the nightstand (always practice safe sex,
kids!), practically ripped the package open with his teeth, rolled the
condom on, tore his shirt off, lay down on his back, grabbed for me,
and pulled my trembling frame onto him. I glided his very stiff dick
into my slick hole, and impaled myself on it.

Holy crap! He was finally inside me, and I thought the world could end
right then and there and I'd die a happy woman. I closed my walls
around him, and watched his face intently, removed my top and bra, and
set my tits free. Then I nearly lost consciousness when he touched
them. His fingers were like matches, setting me on fire wherever they
came in contact with my bare flesh.

We began to hump, bump and grind, and before long, I was riding him like
a woman obsessed. Though part of me wanted him to stay buried deep
inside me, most of me wanted him to pound the hell out of my cunt. His
hips bore down as my body rose, and flexed up as my body fell, causing
a cataclysmic crash that made me lose track of reality once more.

I was overcome by an animal instinct to just hump, buck and squeeze him,
until I climaxed with loud shrieks and a string of curses that would
have made a sailor blush.

Much more disciplined than I, he managed not to cum. He waited until my
body had let the orgasm, aftershocks and tension ebb, then he rolled me
over, pulled my ass high in the air, knelt behind my raw, exposed and
dripping pussy, and drilled his dick right into me, instantly lighting
me up like a Christmas tree, my hands curling into fists, and my nails
digging into my palms.

He then jackhammered that fine, solid piece of meat into me countless
times, until I was screaming out again, and he finally blew his load,
yelling and swearing pretty impressively himself.

Since neither of us was exactly a youngster, we both collapsed after
that. On our backs, holding hands, trying to catch our breath and stave
off respective heart attacks, we talked until our pulse rates returned
to normal. Then, after he cleaned up, we had a coffee break. No joke. A
little pause in fucking to properly caffeinate is highly recommended.

Our coffee finished, we went back to the business of sex. At my request,
he'd come equipped with massage oil. Lying on my stomach, my head
buried in the crook of my arm, I moaned and sighed while he covered me
in the soothing liquid, rubbed it in with strong hands, and worked it
deep into my muscles, both relaxing me to near-sleep, and turning me on
at the same time. There was just something about his touch that made my
whole body go off like fireworks on the fourth of July.

When he got to my shoulders, his cock was positioned between my ass
cheeks, and slid along the crack with each move. Every time the
hardness touched my hole, I writhed. Anal stimulation was one of my
many weaknesses, and my wriggling reminded him of a request I'd made
beforehand. He therefore lubed his finger with massage oil, and gently
inserted it part way into my asshole.

That just about took me to the brink. As he drove that finger ever
deeper, I was beside myself with lust. There wasn't a single part of me
that wasn't begging to be fucked.

Somehow, he knew exactly what I wanted. Withdrawing his finger from my
anus, he poked only the slick head of his cock inside in its place,
just hard and long enough to make me shriek, removed that and put his
finger back where it was, and ran his prick along my completely soaked
slit while he prepared another condom.

Then, without notice, he rammed that fat dick right into my quivering
twat. Contracting and expanding my muscles around him, already aroused
beyond the humanly possible, I came within minutes, louder than ever,
and he followed shortly thereafter.

Another heart attack aversion break was required. He lay on his back,
staring blankly at the ceiling, and I watched him, getting hornier and
hornier by just looking at his naked, sweaty body. I knew I couldn't
ask him to do me again that soon, but my cunt was twitching once more
and demanding attention.

I was on my stomach, so I simply reached a hand down under my hips, and
began rubbing my clit quite insistently with two fingers, massaging it
roughly, then raking those fingers along my slit, only to go back to
massaging. He must have heard the wet, sloshing sound, since he left
the room, came back moments later, got on his knees, and started
stroking his cock.

I watched him raptly, following the movement of his hand closely, timing
my rhythm to his, totally getting off on seeing him jerk. He was
equally enthralled. Before long, I felt the familiar approach of
orgasm, sped up my finger work, creating tremendous friction on my
clit, and cumming hard.

My screams and shudders fuelled him into a frenzy, and he straddled my
hips so he could spray his jizz all over my ass and back. Fuck, it felt
good to have his hot seed cover my skin. I rubbed in what I could, and
scooped up the rest with deft fingers, carrying it to my mouth, then
licking and sucking those fingers clean... another fantasy fulfilled.

The afternoon was wearing on, and there was still so much we wanted to
do to and for each other. Most of all, we wished to make sweet love, to
affirm the way we felt for one another. Slowly, adoringly, and with all
the emotion of the preceding months, we made that wish come true.

Sharing long, lingering kisses, holding hands, entwining fingers, gently
moving our bodies in perfect sync, thrusting as one, feeling all of the
need, but none of the urgency, we climaxed like a soft song:
powerfully, but pleasingly. Then we lay in each other's arms, and
basked in the afterglow, until we were once again gripped by lust.

Eager to fulfill another fantasy, he placed me on my back, and I held
the sides of my ample breasts, waiting for him to straddle my torso
before closing them around his beautiful cock, and pushing them
together to fully envelope it. He then began titfucking me, letting me
lick the tip of his rod each time it pushed through my flesh.

As he sped up, it became increasingly difficult to swipe my tongue over
his head--more of a hit or miss affair--but I compensated by closing my
tits even tighter around him, completely engulfing him, then pulling
them apart... together and apart... together and apart.

When I felt his dick pulse, and knew that it would soon be spurting
ropes of cum onto my chest--and, as expressly requested by me, onto my
my face--I let go of my tits, and simply waited for the spray. He
painted me in his spunk, and I felt as if I'd been given a glorious
trophy. Still hungry for the taste of him, I gathered all that I could
with my fingers and tongue, swallowing it down greedily.

Then, all too soon, the clock showed that it was time for me to get
ready to leave. Still, I couldn't stand to spend a single second
without him, so I invited him to shower with me. Under the hot water, I
knelt to suck his cock, but after a few heavenly minutes, he pointed
out that it would take too long and make me late. He therefore helped
me to my feet, but surprisingly, knelt before me instead.

Within seconds, his gifted tongue was between my folds once more, making
me lose the last vestiges of what used to be my mind. Tonguing,
licking, nipping and kissing, he brought me to orgasm three times in a
matter of three minutes. And with the water going, I was free to scream
to my heart's content, which I did with gusto. I fear that many hotel
patrons lost partial hearing that fateful day.

Once my legs stopped shaking and I could stand up straight again, I
washed his body, he washed mine, and both of us resisted the tremendous
urge to fuck again. The shower over, he left me to dress and dry my
hair, my head filled with lustful thoughts of all the acts I still
wanted to perform on and with him. They stayed in my head as we kissed
goodbye, as I drove home, as the days passed, as the months rolled by,
and they remain there still, 365 days later.

Good thing the hotel is only three hours away.

Funny personal story

It's funny how we meet people and how things turn out. I hadn't been at
the company for a month yet when I was sent to Delhi to work
on a major computer installation project. I got lost, and when I
finally found my way I met a lot of cool people who I would work with
the next week. They all got to know and love my goofy personality. The
next week I was pissed, I had to waste another Friday working, but this
time in Tampa. The previous week I didn't get home until 3 so I had to
cancel all plans for yet another Friday. I got lost yet again, and when
I eventually found my way I realized I was right around the corner. I
parked my car, step out to get what ever tool I might be needing and
walked up to meet every one else. I saw about 3 or 4 more people than
the previous week but there was one that really caught my attention.

I smiled and walked up to those I knew from before and said hello, then
I extended a greeting to everyone else I didn't know, and there he was.
He had long some what long brown hair it looked soft to touch. I smiled
and continued into the building and up to the 35th floor of the
building. We got out assignment for the evening and I was given the
person I would work with and it was him. He wore a blue shirt that and
black pants, I gave him the option to change before we started but he
said lets continue with me wearing this. The dirty thoughts were
already popping into my head as I took him into an office and showed
him what to do. I bent down under the desk, then turned on my back and
suggested he come down so he could see exactly what I was doing. I
rolled back over and he came down to join me, it got really hot in that
tight space so I hurried and then slid from underneath the desk.

I showed him our area and said if he wanted to work on his own that was
fine but he could work with me but it was up to him. He decided to work
closely with me for the evening and I told him, "Ok, this means that
you are mind for the next 10 hrs" and I smiled at him. I told him I was
going to the store so I could get some junk food then we could start
our evening, he decided to come with me and we talked along the way. To
my dismay I learned he had a girl friend but oh well. We walked back to
the building and got back to work. We spent hours matching PC's,
disconnecting, and connecting cables and other such things, and the
whole time the conversation never stopped.

The more we talked the more I like him, and soon the thoughts began to
creep back into my head. There were times where I would be under the
desk with my ass in the air and he would be over top and other times we
would switch, he apparently worked best on his back and I on my knees.
Watching him was exciting and what he did to my body without knowing it
was driving me crazy. I wanted his hands to touch me, but what was I
thinking? We just met. I sat at one desk while he went for a smoke
break and thought of him sitting in the chair with me sitting on his
lap kissing him deeply. His hands on my back trying to pull me closer
to him, I thought of feeling his heat against my body. I could feel the
wetness pooling in between my legs, and squeezed my thighs together. I
thought of him picking me and sitting me on the desk and pulling my
shirt over my head. Kissing down my neck, his hand snaking up my back
and around to touch my breasts...

That's when I heard, "are you ok?" I looked up and saw him walking back
into the room. I said excuse me one min and walked out of the room, as
soon as I stepped out I let my self breathe. Six o'clock came and it
was time for dinner, the smokers went to indulge themselves, but he
stayed with me he said to help me with the pizzas but we started
talking more and sharing stories of who we are and how we go to be who
we are. He looked at me and said, "You have a very beautiful smile. " I
smiled that same smile and said, "Thank you." I was still a little sad
that he had a girl friend but just shrug it off as I guess he's not
meant for me. We all ate and chatted and got back to work, I suggested
we work separately to get our section done fast, but I knew that if I
didn't get him away from me, those thoughts would turn into actions.

I couldn't believe my behavior though, I've been voluntarily abstaining
from sex so I could grow as a person and here this guys comes and
challenges all of that. I went into the next office and I knew I needed
to do something to help me cool down a little and the only thing that
helped was rubbing my hot pussy. I was so wet my panties were soaked; I
finished that office and let him know I would be back. Being the only
female on the staff it was easy to go to the ladies room to relieve the
tension. As soon as I go inside I shoved my jeans and panties down and

slid my hand over my pussy. My body sank against the wall and I lifted my shirt and my bra. My nipples were already standing proudly, on top
of the small mounds of flesh. I ran my hand over my nipples and my
pussy juice along with it.

I stuck my fingers in my mouth tasting myself and my pussy gave a small
squeeze, I slid my hand down again to my pussy and lightly teased my
clit. Each time I strummed my clit a jolt of electricity shot through
my body, I traced my pussy lips with my finger and teased my wet hole.
I wanted a cock inside of me so bad but I had to keep my control. I
slid a finger into my aching pussy and it felt good, but I was too far
gone and needed more. I added another finger and my body melted even
more against the wall. I'd been teasing myself for hours and I was
finally so close to where I needed to be, I not only wanted it, but I
needed to cum. My body ached for it, and I gave in to the need. I
pushed my fingers in and out of my wet pussy faster and faster thinking
of him doing it for me, wishing it were his cock. I wanted him to bend
me over the sink and fuck me from behind, but this would do for now.

As I fingered my dripping pussy I rubbed my clit with the palm of my
hand and I could feel it rising in me, I used my left hand for my pussy
while the right was on my nipples. I pulled on them and squeezed them
in between my fingers and my body began to rock. It all felt so good
and I'd been riding the edge for so long, and that's when my legs gave
out. I could feel my pussy squeezing my fingers, and my clit had a life
of its own. My body hummed from the excitement and the beautiful orgasm
that just rocked me to the core. I lay there on the floor gasping for
air when I turned toward the sink and I saw his reflection staring at
me. I quickly turned around and he said, "maybe next time I could help
you with that."