True Sex Stories: Float

"My tongue pops out, as usual, like I am really about to taste come, I imagine your cock sliding in my mashed tits, so willing to taste you, eager to see you shoot..."

Did you ever have one of those days where you can never come enough? Well I do and I did yesterday.

There was this angst electricity to my day right from the beginning, from the moment I lifted my head off the pillow. I was in a mood–amped, annoying, that all to familiar feeling of too much energy and absolutely nowhere to place it. Plus I was trapped at work.

What is a girl to do?

I spent a lot of time in bathroom three. In my locker at work I store three little vibrators–I like to be prepared. I stopped by the locker when I first got to work, slipping my lilttle chroma into the back pocket of my jeans, knowing that by the time I was ready to hide away into my favorite bathroom, the heat of my ass cheeks will have warmed up the cold aluminum surface of the toy. I love this sleek quite multi-powered rod.

The first time, I took it slow, lingering, did my usual set up– took my jeans off folded them neatly, placing them on the ugly orange chair, sat down on top of them, propped my feet on the wall, turned the ear buds up, a slink into the chair, tilted my  head back, and road myself to a long solid straight from the core–from the inside out–creamy cum.

The second time I was in more of hurry, I chose the little magic bullet vibe. There is not much this toy. One speed, hard and fast. I was in bathroom three for its intended purpose. I sat there feeling the liquid drain out of me, it feels good to pee. The build up and the release are similar to orgasm. With my pussy open, my pants dropped to my ankles, my pink panties being stretched by my legs– I turned the magic bullet on. Wasting no time I placed the tip of the vibe directly on my clit–I can feel it now–a forced fast come. The kind that strains every muscle in your body, the kind that makes me leak fluids, the kind that make my face contort as images of your cock sliding in and out of my throat flicker past my mental movie screen. I come, I hear my ejaculation trickle into the toilet–I continue, I ride the come and force another one. My feet raise off the floor and my toes twist and my neck tightens–I want to scream bits of joyous anguish–but I must be quiet. I come again-hard hard hard.

When I stand up I am flying, soaring, high, I cannot scrape myself off the ceiling. I wash up–myself, my fingers and the toy and walk out of the bathroom. I notice my neck is stiff and tight from the intense strain I put into coming and I seem to be floating down the long hallway–like I was on roller skates in a dream fog.

By midnight, after having made myself come several times throughout the day, I started on some smut harvesting–which always leads to clip watching and more clip watching. Why the hell did I watch the Kim Kardashian sex tape. Boring.  Although her man did have a beautiful large cock–from what you could see–but he could use some serious pussy worship lessons. That did not last long, but I did, at a very timely manner, get a email clip delivery. Oh so delicious curvy London Andrews, fucking a nice cock with beautiful tits, lovely pussy and dirty filthy mouth.

I took my  time, lay the towel down on the chair, grabbed a few different toys. I needed a fill that the other comes throughout the day did not provide. I needed a fuck. Having watched the few clips prior, I was already nice and slick, ready to go. Fingers sliding around inside of me, sometimes my pussy almost feels like I am feeling it for the first time, the inner walls different at different times. Last night I was open and tight simultaneously as my fingers were being pulled by my pussy I could feel every spasm and pulse allowing me to drift into that space of freedom and release.

Being open and receptive my cunt easily took in the prosthetic cock–but not much, two inches and I wanted to come, a slow drawn come. I allowed myself to do so, while I watched and longed for my own cock to ride. Two inches became three, four. At the point of orgasm my pussy pulled the whole cock in, grabbing like an animal–clutching , clutching, clutching. My thighs jerk and the smile floods my face and body.

I watch the rest of the scene with my thighs splayed and a small pulsing vibe riding on my clit–waiting for the come splatter scene– so I can come again. As it gets closer I grind a bit more on the vibe, turn it up and change the mild pulse to a steady stream. I grind my pussy, rocking steady on top of it–sitting up and directly on it. He pulls his cock out and slides it past her lips. She loves the taste of  her own pussy–I can tell.  When he strokes his own cock I know it's time, I lean back awaiting the shooting across her tits. I know I have told you how much I love watching a man stroking his cock to cum–I do the come tilt and pelvic thrust and time it with him.

Cum on my tits.

My tongue pops out, as usual, like I am really about to taste come, I imagine your cock sliding in my mashed tits, so willing to taste you, eager to see you shoot –and I watch as he shakes his cock all over her, trying to spray her with his come, then I come and leak onto the towel, and I continue to come feeling myself  drip to my ass.

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