True Sex Stories: Ejaculation And Tears

Until yesterday I had not really cum since my return from NY.

You know how it is–you get home from vacation, life's bullshit is non stop for a few weeks. I made myself cum out of necessity, cunt want, and angsty release, but not for the pure pleasure of it, until yesterday.

It was one of those cums that drains everything. I never expect it, but know it is going to happen when I reach a certain point, and once I reach that point there is no turning back.

Maybe it was because I tickled my ass hole with my finger, then with the vibe. Maybe it was because I had not properly cum since my return home, maybe it was because I was at the tail end of my period. At the end of my period I taste like a penny and my pussy is so tight it does not even want to let my fingers in let alone a vibrating piece of simulated plastic cock.

I got the coconut oil out and rubbed it into my lips, making them full and needy for dick. Letting my propped feet and bent knees drop open for the the man on the other end of my web cam. Displaying my deep red pussy for him, letting him know his tongue should be here to make me wet, to make me ready. Bouncing the vibe into my flesh, I feel the my clit begin to pop.

Turning around, I get on my knee in the office chair, my ass out for view, spreading my cheeks open for you. With my oily fingers I massage my ass, the opening, I put just the tip in and circle, then I put the vibe on it. I can hear my ass hole getting wet, my outer pussy opening, perhaps even gaping. Your words of encouragement begin to fade away and get replaced by white static noise. I get lost too quick, beginning to feel that disconnection of life, brain, and pussy scramble–that moment when life begins to disappear from the equation. The cunt and mind struggle fades and the brain succumbs to pussy–to cumming.

Facing the cam again, propping my feet in position I adjust the vibe, I work my clit, I watch you stroke your fat cock–but I cannot hear anything. I can feel the sweat forming between my tits, my feet are on fire. My inner pussy is tight and closed–locked even-post period pussy. Many times I tried to slide the big tip of my surrogate cock in, but the kitty was just not having it. Locked out.

More oil.

I pour some in my palm, start at my tits–mashing and pinching–working my way down to the swell of my lips. Slick, my hand easily slides between my folds of flesh, one finger into my cunt–I cannot believe how tight I am.  It is strange to me because most of the time I'm my usual a wide open ready slut. But my  pussy is fighting me today.

I focus on watching you stroke your root, while I feel my cunt grow–together and apart working for the camera we watch each other and ourselves. How narcissistic is that? Damn you technology.

I am done waiting on the my cunt to get ready. I am overwhelmed, I need some gratification. Bringing the vibe to my mouth, covering it in my spit, I am determined to fuck myself now.

In and out of the white static noise, I can hear you.

"fuck yourself for me, do it, do it."

I plunge the plastic cock in, my skin being pushed inside of me, it is startling and relieving. Pulling it all the way back out, more spit and do it again. I am in now, over and over I am fucking myself the skin being pulled, pushed and stretched. My locked pussy finally opens and begins secreting, not liquid, but cream. Harder I fuck and furious on my clit–my head has that pounding and my breath is deep from the core. My cock continues to fuck.

I hear cum as you watch me– harder I fuck. I begin to buck off the chair and onto the vibe. My cum is swelling so close to the edge, I am hitting deep inside my cunt, a mix of some form of anger, want, loneliness, and hornieness– I don't altogether understand and don't care to–begins to surge out of me. I can hear my pleading voice–speaking to myself out loud.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum"

I can hear you but the words don't seem to be forming and thing recognizable.

Here it comes, finally the peak. The moment. This painfully drawn out cum–is on the verge. My head tilts back and I forcefully shove my the vibrator in one last time, hitting deep and low. Then cum is solid and strong.  All that is inside me comes out, I soak the chair the floor.  If my cunt was not full of plastic I would have sprayed ejaculation all over. It felt like a moanful scream came out of my pussy, and with it everything about me dissipated, and began to cry and cry and cry. And I almost hate that as much as I love it.  It is rare for me to cry when I cum, especially without someone there doing it to me.

I could not look at you–with a click of a button, I made you go. Getting up I wiped the chair with the hoodie I was sitting on then climbed my naked body, with my wet pussy and tear drops, in between the cool sheets, crashing hard for about two hours.

It was a hard cum.

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